Saturday, October 16, 2010

in, through, You.

The radiant light
Cascades through the foliage
Through the smoke the
Crackling of the flame
Through the woods the
Echos of a mother’s
In the melodic musings of
The birds overhead.
You Echo.
In the quiet, in the cries;
In the silence and the laughter;
You Echo:


A plumb line to follow.
You are in good company.


You are in good company.
A company of the Saints.

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