silence like smoke
light seems machine
in interim and enters
anyway, opens the door
to our histories of hope
to our histories of hope
in arrival--we are blessed
death is certain someday
we get to live out survival
tithing... tiny happinesses
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
some warm thoughts on a frigid day
So far this year, the kid from Chicago has visited once and the college kid has spent two weekends at home. I squeezed them every chance I g...
No comments:
Post a Comment