Monday, July 07, 2008

A Sign

7 July 2008, 10:02 AM
In response to DrBacchus's poem for today.

But it IS a sign.
You don’t have to see
the geese flying southward
in summertime, the star that falls
just so in the empty darkness
of the sky-sea, the aberrant fourth leaf
on an otherwise common clover
right there in the backyard
beneath the sycamore. Where I sit,
even that is a sign.

Hell is overthrown,
the captives are freed, and we
have made our way on anguished,
war-torn feet to Victoria.


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1 comment:

Gemma Wiseman said...

Dramatic thoughts! Enjoyed the tumbling pace!

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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