Late Prayer - Jane Hirshfield

[Larry Robinson]

Late Prayer

Tenderness does not choose its own uses.
It goes out to everything equally,
circling rabbit and hawk. 
Look: in the iron bucket, 
a single nail, a single ruby—
all the heavens and hells.
They rattle in the heart and make one sound.
 
                  - Jane Hirshfield 
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