February 2014

stillness inside

reeds by the stream direct the sun downwards, opening doors: I stand rooted to dry land, locked in an old landscape a bare branch above the water a scratch of stalks – as harsh and as sharp as this life torn…

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we lit candles in the ruined church and wept – where is the God to save us from ourselves? wax spills outwards, accidental patterns on empty air: prayer fills the vacant space, sending unexpected love the emptiness of deep pits…

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