Archive for July 2015

Sometimes the ground on which we’ve stood for years- That room, where objects we’ve known rest against its edges, Containing us like signposts on a pilgrimage- That place in nature, where spirit drops our feet So much closer to the grass… Sometimes the ground that has carried us Requires us to lean, fall over even,…

While once, perusing the life-lines of your face, Its landmarks of grace, failure; pathways of shadow, light, The question lingered, ‘What it is that has brought you salvation?’ I now see this as a telling for your rest bed, your death-bower, Where witness to the silence imbuing every life hangs… No, now what I want to know is this:…