suburban train


Some nights
closing my curtains late
I glimpse a train moving through
our sleeping town
and all the suffering world
is drawn aside as by a higher hand
who whispers: here is order
beauty that man and woman
were put on earth to do
connecting and collecting
blossom and seed
the fruits of good works
scattered in harmony
to gather and to grow
Take heart you who are part
not separate from the whole
but numbered and enfolded
within my vision all is forgiven
anticipated and known
work hard and sleep
keep my earth’s garden
and let all the shining trains
come through.

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