"All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river." - (Simone Schwarz-Bart (b. 1938), Gaudeloupean author. The Bridge of Beyond, p. 81, Éditions du Seuil.)
I will not despise
the dust nor will I seek gold
in the lead casing
you peel from my heart.
I look for hands I may hold
as I search among
lines of destiny
one line that might be my own,
so ordained by sky
and lake and meadow.
I used to keep trust with God
that I might be led.
I thought that my task.
I expected a blessing
to fill my bright sails.
It's true enough I have not
one time been becalmed.
November 11, 2013 7:14 AM
There are times when words speak so directly to the heart that one can make no verbal response. All one can do is observe and acknowledge. Thank you Christopher.
ReplyDeleteI shall commend you to your guardians.
ReplyDeleteThen you have never been alone. His breath has always been there. Satisfying and comforting, too.
ReplyDeleteAnd so you too I commend to that spirit which protects you and yours.
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