by Leonard M Hawkes

Still walking in pines—
A waxing gibbous moon—
Crying out loud
To a black and silent sky.

Yet know the voice—
Know the hand—
Familiarity beyond faith—
And turning Back, swear
Upon the Northern Cross.


Author's Note: Walking in the dark.

Posted on 11/14/2013
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

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Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/15/13 at 02:25 AM

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