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
Much can be done with little.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteruth 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
ReplyDeletevalerianna - i see the beautiful simplicity of us subsumed into a vast complexity. steven
ReplyDeleteFirst wetted on a tongue
ReplyDeletethen pinched between hip and mouth
Wow!
You knock me off my feet on a regular basis, Steven. Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful
ReplyDeleteJohn m
I love this.
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