In the blink of my eyes
In the breath that I've drawn
What have I missed
Each sacred second
Too numerous to comprehend
But too regular to be denied
In God's time, the moments remain
Uncounted in my memory
But present nevertheless
-SS-
This a.m. beginning an Easter Season E-Course, presented by Abbey of the Arts , with reading of the wind, the breath, etc. I resurrected this poem I wrote in my journal last week....
Yummm lovely poem Dianna, thank you.
ReplyDeleteI really like the last verse especially, the spaciousness of it.
ReplyDeleteKatherine - thank you:)
ReplyDeleteTess - yes, the last verse really is a statement of God's majesty and mystery to me.
Tx to you both for tunin' in:)
xoxo
Yes indeed! The breath, the moment - this is where I'm learning to live.
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