A Poem For Today - The Moor

KEN DICKINSON

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Jun 3, 2026, 8:31:26 AM (4 days ago) Jun 3

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The Moor

It was like a church to me.

I entered it on soft foot,

Breath held like a cap in the hand.

It was quiet.

What God was there made himself felt

Not listened to, in clean colours

That brought a moistening of the eye,

In a movement of the wind over grass.

There were no prayers said. But stillness

Of the heart's passions - that was praise

Enough; and the mind's cession

Of its kingdom. I walked on,

Simple and poor, while the air crumbled

And broke on me generously as bread.

R. S. Thomas

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Kurt Heyl

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Jun 3, 2026, 8:41:34 AM (4 days ago) Jun 3

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Simply remarkable and joyous, thank you, Ken again

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