Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Poem

Walking to Lauds
sun rising, and
the misty veil lifting
from bare trees.
The Office of Readings has been
done; silence endured, wrestled with,
emerged from.
Through lips comes opened breath
smoke of embers rekindled.


(Written at Worth Abbey)

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