religious poem

i said, i have shut my heart
the little white prayers
i see all human wits
a very remarkable history this is
mysterious night
the ancient songs
she limps with halting painful pace
birds against the april wind
in all things not spoken of
who will be naming the wind
the shadows of the ships
winged shadows sweeping by
often i think of the beautiful town
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you