Come walk with me

Come walk with me among the stones and trees, away from the distractions and we will reflect on what truly matters. . . .

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

On Dying Young

King Tut
Boy King
Gilded Sepulcher
Silver Sarcophagus
Slender Corpse
Wrapped in White
Mask of Gold
Golden Grief
Grief so Old
Precious, precious, grief
carved into walls
Stone walls
Walls and walls and walls
Vaulted ceilings of grief
Not enough.
They are not enough
Not thick enough, strong enough,
high enough--to hold so much
to confine
such a hungry god

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