,,,that Passeth All Understanding - Denise Levertov


 An awe so quiet  

I don't know when it began.

 

A gratitude

had begun

to sing in me.


Was there 

some moment

dividing

song from no song?


When does dewfall begin?


When does night

fold its arms over our hearts

to cherish them? 


When is daybreak?

 

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