Sunday, May 1, 2016

Vespers (you are near)

You are near
though I cannot see 
your face.

Your voice I hear.

Your gentle breath
moves to quiet passion
the bare limbs
of your beloved trees.

I hear you say
that you love me.

Your darkness 
I embrace;

for me you wait
in the rising night
with endless gift
of eternal light.

(28 Jan 2012)

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