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An old man feels beautifully broken into prayer by God's presence, and these poems are the shards of that breakage.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 22, 2023
ISBN9781666765779
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Robert Morrison Randolph

Robert Morrison Randolph is Professor of English at Waynesburg University and Professor Emeritus from Texas State University. He has been a Fulbright teaching scholar in Finland and Greece, and for twelve years pastored a small rural church near the Monongahela River. He is the author of Floating Girl: Angel of War (2006).

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    Broken - Robert Morrison Randolph

    1

    Reaching for You,

    I come apart and stand between my body and the sea,

    like a window between inside and outside.

    I do not try to pull myself together

    because my destiny, my love for You, Lord,

    has its own life.

    2

    The moon’s pure body

    breaks the sea into waves.

    You have broken me into prayer.

    3

    Wind bends the sapling by the pergola.

    Snow whorls through itself.

    I swirl through myself trying to find You.

    So many back roads lead out of my bones

    I am just an old man living at the edge of his heart.

    4

    There is a small room in Appalachia,

    dogs barking all night, fog off the river,

    where I write poems in pencil on graph paper,

    one letter per square, about feeling alone

    apart from You. In winter, ice crystals

    lace the window and gusts of wind

    relocate layers of snow, leaving bare ground.

    Anyone can be peeled to the heart,

    peeled to You.

    5

    Asleep, I float

    on my dreams

    like floating on a dim mirror.

    Awake, the river of my blood

    holds open its door to You.

    6

    I sit on a wooden bench in a garden,

    dying to know You,

    woven

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