Drum, Shell, Heart

For those with ears to listen,
God's voice echoes through the spiral chambers of the world
like surf through an empty shell.

Or is it that the world
is the listening ear of God--
whorled like a snail, the cochlea?

Then let my heart be the skin of a drum
for the drum speaks when struck
but when left alone,
it listens.


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