W oman, what I wanted
was the raill
and the mo untains,
th e bb ck coca
of your blood and your hair,
ea rth re3 rran ged
by your eyes, the stars
findin g th eir proper
spac es 3t b st.
SAMUEL MENASHE
Hallelujah
Eyes open to pr3ise
T he pby of li ght
UpOIl th e ceilin g -
While still :1bed r:1ise
T he roo f thi s ll10 rnin g
R.ej o ice 3S yo u ple:1se
Yo ur Maker who made
T hi s d3y w hile yo u slept ,
Wh o gives gr3ce :1 lld case,
Wh ose promi se is kept.
"Let them sin g fo r joy upo n their beds."
Psa lm 149
