Evening Poetry, June 18

still there is mercy, there is grace

by Lucille Clifton

how otherwise

could i have come to this

marble spinning in space

propelled by the great

thumb of the universe?

how otherwise

could the two roads

of this tongue

converge into a single

certitude?

how otherwise

could i, a sleek old

traveler,

curl one day safe and still

beside You

at Your feet, perhaps,

but, amen, Yours.

You can find this poem in the collection Book of Light.

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