Keyboard clatter is all that separates
the library from the Quaker meeting.
Can one receive God’s word by indirect
means? Technology has not gone so far.
And yet, both have a throat clearing, coughing
and page riffling. Voices from ten thousand
books clamor to be the day’s ministry.
And why not? They record testimony.
Authors sound the souls of their characters
and settings in poetry and prose.
Their words saturate educated minds
who must sift through to the burning bush.
Shakespeare’s There are more things in heav’n and earth,
Horatio* smacks up against Fox’s
there was an ocean of darkness and death**
and Piercy’s ocean that is way too warm.***
And we who have spent a vacation day
at Wellfleet’s shore bring its sizzle and sway,
bring newly salted spirits into play
in silent worship as we seek our way.
*Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
**George Fox Diaries
***Marge Piercy, “We Know” eco poetry
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