I find the Light
rumpled in the morning sheets —
toss back the quilt & there it is,
rising in the gold air,
catching in the dust motes,
setting them on fire …
Category: Almost Poetry
brave words for fearful people …
Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach …
the imperfectionist’s prayer
oh, Lord, leave me …
… undone.
heal me, but don’t –
(forgive me
for saying it) …
still waters …
i smooth my soulinto somethingalmost like silence: the river at rest is the one that reflects the sky. ❤
Oh, God, if only you might give me the words …
… to speak the song the cicadas are singing —that murmur and hum filling the trees.But their song is wholly their own,and no matter what words I use,mine would only be a poor copy —and why bother to copy such a thing,when anyone can go out on a summer nightand sit spellbound to the soundof the original? But […]
