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A Spirit That Needs Nothing

( after Wendell Berry )
  
 
And the gods are loose their powers,  
and have nothing to guide by in their folly.  
So piteous their pride, forgetting how it was.  
They have nothing to free us from ourselves.  
The aura divides, the fire eats the seasons,  
turning us from false oaths and rites  
that make it worse by which we embrace.  
Abandon what we knew by Nature’s instincts  
that now burn the scrolls of the temple,  
that deem we lose our way, for nothing is simple.  
So it is written where it cannot be seen.  
   
The time is autumn in its spring —  
To leave the fire’s ravage is to release  
the prideful gods so we may hear  
the song of the concealed making things right.  
 
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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Author's Note
Inspired by Ahavati's "Autumnal" which lead to me being inspired by Wendell Berry’s “The Hidden Singer”
https://m.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hidden-singer/

My 2nd entry written for the...
Inspired by Ahavati's "Autumnal" which lead to me being inspired by Wendell Berry’s “The Hidden Singer”
https://m.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hidden-singer/

My 2nd entry written for the 'Classic Corner Championship, Female Division' competition.
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