Serenity

 

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference

We know by now a serene difference
The way wood dove ‘s rou-cou brings

To a low bass and the hunter’s all ear
Together in a single serene metaphor

We know difference that is not there
To our serenity to know a difference.

Parts of metaphor are reality in idea.
It is no more a reality we can change.

We find relationships in the serenity
And stop the nonsense of changing.

We are all eye to viewing a serenity
Serenity we owe to our final bodies.

(remembering Wallace Stevens poem Thinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors, from Transport to Summer, 1947)

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