Collected Poems 17

A Question for the Teacher
       For Mechthild

You asked me where the fire was
I warmed my self by.
It might have been in front of me
In girls and boys their eyes.

But I was always looking for it
In God Himself, and begging Him,
While all along He was answering
My prayer in them.
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