Give me the simplicity,
the solitude, the silence
of ten years old and tall grass--
the ministry of blue and gray and green,
of wind, breath, sky, and secret,
the solitary tickings of stems
under a winter jacket.
Give me always that certainty
of coming back, of being found.
I want to stay with this poem awhile! It is lovely, and sure, and pure.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful complement, Thomas! Thank you.
DeleteWow. I'm with Tom. What a lovely piece. Thanks for sharing, Elena.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dr. Impson! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I instantly stepped into a spirit of quiet peacefulness as I read your poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm so glad this poem blessed you, Pastor Anna. Miss you!
DeleteThe certainty of being found. Absolutely captivating (no pun intended), Elena.
ReplyDeleteTim
P.S. It's not poetry, but I did post a short story on being found earlier this week. It's kind of a parable on a parable: http://wp.me/p2EmLc-1mY
Thanks, Tim! And thank you for visiting here! I look forward to reading your link.
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