This is the question I have. How do we find a balance between the commitment we made to have and to hold in sickness and in health and living in an environment that is not good for us? Whether it hurts us spiritualy, emotionally or physically. Perhaps it is as simple as living an environmentContinue reading “To have and to hold…”
Monthly Archives: May 2018
A Child Cries
Your cries I will hear not Not from your bell towers or your minarets Your inner chambers or from your public places For There is a child crying It calls me by my name you hear it not You say that thing is not mine So I say I know you not.
Words for the Wise
The wind used its agile hands grabbing words from my mouth made it tumbleweed tumbling across a never never land bridge to the home of the mute and lost hoping to bring words to the wise and silence the all knowing.
Castaway
I traced the skin of your back like an explorer charting a map a beautiful new blue ocean. Where I discovered an island fitting in the palm of my hand it became home to me. In endless hours of the night when your heart beat drums a new life raft next to me
Pause
In the solitary silence, engraved in the empty space between the beginning and the ending of your pause, my entire world collapsed, over the edge of the universe.
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