I am a sojourner on a life-long journey, moving both inward and outward, exploring both my own inner landscape and the terrain in which others live. While still moving into the center, I'm also stretching toward the edges. These reflections trace some of my exploration.
Reflections by Jerry Webber
Thursday, May 31, 2012
When I Die: A Poem
When I die
read nothing that rhymes
and tastes like sugar
read some Rilke
something fierce
and raw
something that
shapes the awe
and cloud
that compels us
toward the mystery
of what has not yet
appeared.
1 comment:
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This is fierce and raw. Powerful stuff. Thanks, Jerry.
1 comment:
This is fierce and raw. Powerful stuff. Thanks, Jerry.
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