it runs deep, the river of my life;
i wash the bottom rocks to a shine,
and continue on, to become the air
and clouds that we breathe and see.

ripples are mondays thru fridays;
Sabbaths will find a glassine echo
of the Lord's calm and caring love.
my sextant, having two mirrors shows

me the tomorrows, ending far away; and,
a railroad track of ever-ending events
to come. i blow thistles into the wind, i
lie proned on my elbow, count the ripples.

a turned head to the past finds nostalgia,
very little else; leaves me to judge depth
from the shore, secure in ignorance; delusions
cause a smile to break. the Sun boasts her rays.

i am loved. i am bathed each day in ignorance.
Heaven is the only better-thing than here.

03/21/2011

Posted on 03/21/2011
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