Walk in the woods
Escaping from you
yet the trees: my cathedral
not thinking: my Mass
I gave you five minutes
to get out of my head
Should have been three, yes?
You like threes
Threes are nice, but not all the time
Like today, the third day running.
From you, from creation,
because I beseech, unheard.
Green gold light on decayed trees,
lost in beauty undeniable,
a voice on the breeze
asking what's wrong
Startled glance overhead,
searching the gaps between leaves,
saying, the problem is not belief
The problem is faith.
26 September 2010
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I envy your way with words my friend. You don't need a camera to create beautiful images.
ReplyDeleteIf you believe you are halfway there...
ReplyDeleteKeeping faith strong is difficult, it's constantly being tested, tempted, tweaked...
but don't lose it, man
it's all you got
very very nice. sunday, the day to rest from all the stuff that rolls around in our gray matter. good piece.
ReplyDeleteDo good things happen in threes? I heard not. Five is probably better.
ReplyDeleteHugs.
this was really good for me right now.
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, brother. Sorry I'm late to it.
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