Late Prayer - Jane Hirshfield


 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.

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