One Hears the Tune
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Have I forgotten Jesus?

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A Smile
I have a SEED
Somewhere within I am
Hugo
Letter to My Brother Frank
Dictation for a Dictator
An Open Door; Heed It
Toast to You
Gleaming Eyes
Said Ken to Me
Count to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective Voyage
Pick up the Pail
Death Today
Quick Life
Old Man's Whistle
God Is:
Each Season
As If Infinity
One Hears the Tune
Have I forgotten Jesus?
Brain Damage
Church Description
Den
Death in a Jungle
Ten Lines
Nature's Law
It's Still Sad
The Flea Tree
Gain or Lose
Going Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking about People
Towns and their People
Dear, Dear, Dearest
Population
Top Line
Mountains Reach
Upon these Grounds
A Ship?
Let the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds of Fate
Sweet Young Girl
Fingers of Nature
The Lord Spoke
The Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem to Pat
A Free Man
Poem


If by chance one hears the tune
of nature and her spread,
Or tries to reach up to the moon
and moonbeams on a web.

Then never will one rest, it's sure,
within huge city walls.
Then never will one condemn a shore
or mountains and their calls.

To see a tree rise up to God
or watch a spider weave.
And hear the growing of the sod
or singing of the weed.

Then never will one rest his head
and cover his eyes anymore,
Until the eyes and ears are dead
and scent is gone forever more.

Have I forgotten the Lord, Jesus?

Have I forgotten the Lord, Jesus, has walked thru here?
Or has it been such a lengthy time that it is hard to remember?

Rose high His hand and smiled at me.
Lifted up His head and spoke to me.

Have I forgotten that the Lord, Jesus, is not so far away?
Or is it such a distance that it is hard for me to see?

Sat on a rock and touched my hand;
removed my youth and made me a man.

No, I have not forgotten all that.
The dust of time may antique it,
and the streamers of nations somehow alter it,
and the thundering sounds of progress hide it.

But I remember.