This island man In his lighthouse watches And lets his disturbed ear hear Strangers roaring over 5 The silentest crest Of a sea at peace with itself. Strangers in lifeboats gaily pursuing What I cannot pursue myself. Never in all my handholding days 10 As the trees shadowed my friends Did I know myself the island I wore Skirted with thin flesh Deep and dense as sand; And the stars silent as ministers 15 Have watched my days unclasp. O stranger rowing over Clasp you an arrow or glass? Now the stars like spectators Crowd to this lulling shore 20 And alone in my clothes I let days and birds pass Quiet as a radar's sweep. Shall I go to the boats Unloading my griefs or keep 25 Eye and ear in my lighthouse locked? O stranger rowing over Clasp you an arrow or glass?
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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