Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Gray Day Prayer
Definitely overcast today. And cold. I miss home, and I hurt over messed up relationships. You must have, too, four days before Easter. Thanks for coming.
You know what????
ReplyDeleteOf all the "Resurrection Sunday" posts, articles, and booklets, these few sentences say more than anything else!