Goethe In Dormition II

Sing a good man, bear a fool
where needed, living well-
it doesn't matter what:
soul-transforming work that gets us bread;
and till your garden
number trees
seperate them, leaf and stem
analyze a stone
tracing back a form
to the mind of-Gott,
you can even love a worm
that with the sunshine and the rain
into your heart
may sink God's renewing pardon;
your senses-cultivate them
pour wine into your crop
until you nearly drop
place Beauty in your bed
but above all, all,
put Poetry in your head
and by its....

poem by Morgan Michaels
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