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A Quaker Poet

Stanford Searl
On Deception (November 2013)
Inward Light
“Ashes! Ashes: We all fall down”
(Ring around the Rosie, 1600s)

The thing is this:
I’m supposed to be a Quaker
And it has nothing to do with poetry.
After all,
One Quaker
Burned his violin
In 1675 on some London hill
Testifying about fleshy corruption. 

As I center down in the opening of Quaker silent worship,
Hymn tunes
Come up out of memory,
Me to sing
And make a kind of music, if only inwardly.

Trouble is
That if I joined the 17th century Quaker
And burned up my instrument
I’d need to throw myself on a funeral pyre
And become ashes.


Stanford Searl is a member of Santa Monica Monthly Meeting.

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