"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Saturday, August 6, 2011

Illumination

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There are ghosts in your eyes

but you won’t name them.

Tonight, the voice of god

is a bird call, shrill,

from a branch

Tired, yes, tired,

and what you’ve carried,

you can’t put down.

You’ve waited,

for a burning bush,

or a light in the road,

to knock you from your horse,

but there’s only the wind

chipping ice from the edge of the roof.


                                
                                -Brent Allard

4 comments:

  1. I truly enjoyed reading this, Brent.

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  2. THanks Jhon! Appreciate you checking it out!

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  3. This is lovely. I love that opening line, There are ghosts in your eyes but you won’t name them.

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  4. Thanks so much Emm! Glad you liked it!

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