it is in the reaching
it is in the reaching for stars at night
in the darkness that is heard as prayer
when at dawn those silver pointed gems
appear floating atop the river moving
to be emptied into a greater sea
in the darkness that is heard as prayer
when at dawn those silver pointed gems
appear floating atop the river moving
to be emptied into a greater sea
it is in the shoots of stars listening
not unlike the shoots of newly born
greens from wild iris flowers earthing
to remind us that- no sincere prayer
would ever go unheard in the world
of natural breathing- of green blue
waters heaving- insincerity leaving
the scene of a life lived with simply caring
baring rainbow fish arched beyond all time,
and places remapped, mirrored to understand
one honest heart trembling at a single word
one hand atop another--
a sister or a brother
one song from a single bird
each one hearing it as from the other
not unlike the shoots of newly born
greens from wild iris flowers earthing
to remind us that- no sincere prayer
would ever go unheard in the world
of natural breathing- of green blue
waters heaving- insincerity leaving
the scene of a life lived with simply caring
baring rainbow fish arched beyond all time,
and places remapped, mirrored to understand
one honest heart trembling at a single word
one hand atop another--
a sister or a brother
one song from a single bird
each one hearing it as from the other
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| words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17 |
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