12 Friday Aug 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
destiny, life, love, meditation, prayer, purpose, sacred intimacy, seasons, service, solitude, time, truth, water
in the quiet still
none can own
few or less aware
oceans slide
beneath a silver foam
secrets sworn
for keeping –
lest my ancient vigil fail
and mountains crumble
silent to the shale
remembered yet
tho not so far
along the shore we came
– casting seeds
to blossom
here we are
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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