It was
when I was
dust
that
I was
given the
embrace of life,
so I cry
into the wind,
“I can
scarcely
wait
to be
dust again.”
Tag: life
Poetry
In the
tedium of living,
poetry is
a fleeting spark —
a moment of
raw intensity.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIII
People tell me
they don’t get
poetry.
I want
to tell them
if they’ve ever
fallen asleep
with a
broken heart
or cried
as their child
wrapped their hand
around their fingers
for the first time,
they not only
understand poetry:
they’ve been
living it
for years.
On Clinging to Life
I cling to life
with white knuckles,
because it’s the only
thing I’ve ever known.
But, is that a good reason
to cling to something,
because it’s the only thing
you’ve ever known?
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 