Wednesday, March 26, 2014

harbor (the conversion)

By Nick Flynn

If this bowl is always empty
If it breathes if it’s lung
If a horse can rise from the ashes

Saul was a sailor on the boat to Damascus
He did not know what he was
Paul turned to a voice it rose up from the waves
It chained his boat to the darkness

A man finds ash & he makes it a man
A horse finds ash in a horse
It lifts us it holds us it breaks us again
Scatter him into the harbo

harbor (the conversion)

  by Nick Flynn
If this bowl is always empty

If it breathes if it’s lung

If a horse can rise from the ashes


Saul was a sailor on the boat to Damascus

He did not know what he was

Paul turned to a voice it rose up from the waves

It chained his boat to the darkness


A man finds ash & he makes it a man

A horse finds ash in a horse

It lifts us it holds us it breaks us again

Scatter him into the harbor - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23526#sthash.z28v6kNP.dpuf

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