June 2012
1 post
Go find the height again, and the dark,
where longing, pain, and joy live
and faith in the good God, who does
and undoes, kindles
and extinguishes light and desire,
and who writes with his quill of years
long reminiscences on the loveliest faces;
…
owls flit softly through the vines
and the trees open, just this much, to utter
one sound.
I feel
your presence in the bright...
