What We Need Is Here
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
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3 comments:
very strange as geese have just gone over here calling to each other:)
MY poem is also up
You simply can not make a mistake when you read and share Berry! Wonderful poem.
I posted, too -
tank you, this poem is new to me. I love it.
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