Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Wilderness Journey, Day 5


The small girl saw the rocks below
but between them blossoms

Knees are easy to bend and stand on
Hands clasp together, fingers entwine
Heads bow like friends in concert

What matters
are not the words, wishes or whatnots
What matters
are not the floods, fishes or flatfoots

The real thing
is to sing
    to God
in a voice of one’s own.

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