SIXTH WEEK SATURDAY: UNIFORMLY WIND BLOWN


Winds from beaches

and jungles

And mountains

and deserts

Blow my hair into my eyes,

allowing me to blame

Something else for my tears

of remembrance and pride

And shame and disappointment,

not to list to the side of

Joy at reunion of souls beside those

markers forever white, forever

Rowed upon the waves of our struggling

for space and breath and earth to grow

And lines to divide and holes to rejoin us all

when the bell tolls and the harpsong times

The march towards the places where we will all

Sit down together and rest in starlight,

Gazing towards a light we can only remember

Until that dawn without lines.

 

A most instructive and comforting Veteran’s Day Weekend wished to you all!

 

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