31 August 2010

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Today my heart is not lifted up.
Sometimes I lift my eyes unto the hills.
Today my eyes contemplate the sand.

Sometimes I sing until I’m sore.
Today I am silent.

I have calmed and quieted my soul
like a little boy
reaching up to his mother’s hand

like a little boy
silent and waiting

with a mother
who has nothing to say
but stares ahead.

2 comments:

Jingle said...

today I have come all the way to say,

what a divine poem,
your talent soars.

Kurt Miller said...

I must say, i like this one.

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