The angels speak amongst themselves concerning the humans scuttling among the tumbled boulders near the first cascade beyond the cirque...
Or perhaps it is humans who speak among themselves concerning the crickets they keep in bamboo cages...
Holy Moment
They too have touched us
in this matching of their love,
in this last descent.
It is here we meet
with them most surely,
in loving the tiny ones
with their rapid hearts
and small secret thoughts
who leave us so easily
and so soon.
November 28, 2009 7:38 AM
love the words. as always, simple with a wonderful meaning.
ReplyDelete"I no longer try to be right. I choose to be happy."
ReplyDeleteThings do change in an instant. On Mother's Day the 17 year old daughter of one of my co-workers killed her father and left her mother in serious condition in the hopsital. An instant....
thank you:)
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erin