we grow out of
the slightest
rising light
the smallest
dancing flame
emerging as one soft thread
first wetted on a tongue
then pinched between hip and mouth
then rolled into the confusion of a knot
the thread that we are
contains
the colours of us
at once describing
and then also
sanctifying
us
in our incompleteness
7 comments:
Much can be done with little.
The photo of light draws me in.
I also really like the photo of maple leaves in the rain in your header.
Have a restful weekend, Steven.
Beautifully simple becomes so very complex.
ruth the photo of light was taken in an abandoned church i rode to about fourty km from here. it's a very old wooden building and the plaster has pulled away from the lath work. but the light flooding through those windows told a story that connects to the words i wrote here. thanks for your kind wish!! steven
valerianna - i see the beautiful simplicity of us subsumed into a vast complexity. steven
First wetted on a tongue
then pinched between hip and mouth
Wow!
You knock me off my feet on a regular basis, Steven. Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful
John m
I love this.
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