Hallowed Be

Reserve not for me this chalice
For my horizon runneth over
Between the redrawn corners
And the penciled sketch marks
Between the tangled questions
And the patterned notebook
A seashell imprint
Pressed upon the patchwork stars
Not one a resting place
Nor one a constellation
A myriad of catch breaths
At each occurrence of the tune
In, 1-2, out, 1-2, in time,
In time, all manner of things shall be
If it only be your will, let the sky fall
Gently, and in time

(16 October 2017)

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Along the route home from my university sometime last year, the first glimpse of the Blue Ridge Mountains in the distance. Gotta love them hills.

9 comments

  1. That means a lot to me too. It’s good to post again and at least catch up on some things I’ve written in the meantime. 🙂 And ohhhh yes, I remember that too. What a time! I wonder how some of those folks are. I noticed you and Colorstorm and Insanity are still at it regularly, but I don’t know about some of the others or who I’m even still following.

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