Kurt F. Svatek, D.D. Poems

The clicking of the rusty lock,
a hollow creaking of the ponderous door
the breathing of the knotty-pine floor
a light fluttering of the air
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To seek one's self, to go find one's self
can the wanderer, still frightened by old dreams,
only far away from the big cities.
Step by step
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My God is one without soldiers
who smash each other's heads
in His name,
without any hierarchy,
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