Christmas 2022
In winter
We crossed into a planet made of clouds.
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
We crossed rivers full of trees, birds
shimmering, splash of pale orange
We crossed fields full of river, surprising
with ripples, language of secret
water, filling with sky. Space. We looked in town.
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Found space in the journey.
Filled our jars with water.
Sipped the wine growing there.
Slipped into peace, into river.
Slipped into peace, into river.
posted by DPMcManus @ 5:19 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home