Archive for April, 2017

Still in Saturday

blood and water

The longest Saturday

this world has known

Nigh on two thousand years



for the sun to set, so it may rise

for the winter white to end

for the spinning world to slow

or stop

Or wheel toward a resolution

of some sort

still Saturday

Morning, perhaps

When shadows stretch toward the day

Or evening,

with a new day drawing near

Just beyond the night


Loss of life and will to live

Loss of love of life

Loss of love itself

As powers of air whirl

Around the world

Yet Saturday’s sadness

Wrings sweetness, though disguised

through hope

by faith

in love

For thus is Light

Read Full Post »

%d bloggers like this: