12 Thursday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
divine intimacy, heart, home, life, love, sometimes, soul, spirit, still, story, the days between, time, truth, words, writing in the dark
I will speak
while still with voice
the heart recalls a psalm
and strings
somewhere playing
I was there
another home
a distance more than this
than the way behind
remembered
stories dwell
within my blood
beckon from the page
truths that I’ve forgotten
how to tell
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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