I began this blog as I approached "refreshment" from the work-a-day world. I imagined it would be about my retirement years, but now I find it could go most anywhere, so I have changed the title and this description to reflect my current view of life. There seems to be endless beginnings at this supposed latter phase of life. So I will just follow the path and see how it winds along.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Sorrowful
Idols shatter
crystals fall
tinkling rime ice
Cold
Surround me
Melt the cursed burning
Of my privilege
into oblivion
Or maybe cocoon it
forms drip
dreams drop
whimpering
America, the beautiful?
For whom and what
Jesus wept.
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