the weight of knowing
the earth waits to welcome
us all one day
and this moment
and the next
will pass with the sweet
song of sparrows returning
every spring
and there will come a day
when we are no longer
here to hear them
what does it take
to remember
that in the beginning we were
wanderer's thrown out of the
stars and into this world
our hearts calling
out for home
and in the end we are wanderers still,
constantly looking for the unexplained
and the simple unknown
what does it take
to remember
when my eyes open before the sun,
blinking in the darkness that
even though everything
in my heart feels broken
I can still hear the sparrows singA little poem about wondering and wandering, on this windy autumn day. What do you wonder about?
So poignant.
Beautiful poem Raine. Synchronistic as my husband and I start the process today to put his father in hospice care.