THE WINDFLOWERS
(For Thomas Merton
passed away Dec. 10,1968)

All laments from our eyelids
fade in the long distance
sent from a companion's dream
of nightly agents of animation
with a trinity of love words
rises out of angelic anonymity
by an abbey's canon song
as light reveals a mourning dove
on an unexpected branch
hovering over by a breeze
in an ancient snowfall
which befriends a silent Oak
by the bones of Gethsemani
suddenly upraised by sounds
of a sacred wheel moving
by hidden windflowers
which touches the vocal chords
and spoken words of miracles
of a poet who passes by
near the reddest leaves
by one still flowering rose
on grounds of monastery trees
during these silent nones hours.