Saturday, July 5, 2014


“Eternity is in the present. Eternity is in the palm of the hand. Eternity is a seed of fire, whose sudden roots break barriers that keep my heart from being an abyss.”  Thomas Merton

Beneath me lies Denver,
Thrall of stasis,
Tenuous lines
Fading to western chaos –
A glint of light, then darkness

Dark mountains leap up at me
Then fall back silently Into
stony blue gorges.

High clouds brush my wings.
I have captured the sun!
Glittering, I release it.

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