I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
magic
“Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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it is almost dark
the sun is only a hope
and the world is gray upon gray
and yet in the cold stillness
a star shines
hovering over the mountain
tardy in its departure
the white tail of a mule dear
bobs and weaves through the juniper
and the dark specter of an owl swoops toward earth
dawn patrol
life is everywhere
magic too
and I am tempted
(if it were not 25 degrees)
to take off my shoes
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