Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Blessing

The children are out
The bells are hung
The door closes behind... 
As the lady in the Church
Appears to me from beyond the window

I know who you are
As though I've known you all along
I know you more
Than other people do,

The birds fly in a pattern
Like death ascending
Try not to cry...
Try not to miss this mornings

Snowfall. 

Again in the crowd
I am left alone in this world
Alone to the altar 
To decipher myself 

Counting blessings... 

2 comments:

  1. I know who you are
    As though I've known you all along
    I know you more
    Than other people do,

    The birds fly in a pattern
    Like death ascending
    Try not to cry...
    Try not to miss this mornings

    Snowfall.

    short and beautiful!

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