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.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Morning Watch
I read poetry this morning wet-eyed wonder watching printed words lift lightly off the page settle over me.
That which is common comes Lazarus-like stumbling from the tombs while these winged messengers take flight to loosen the grave-clothes.
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