beckons,
i dive in
listening
to ancient psalms
sing their poetry
tapping deeper
touching the pain
swimming through
to the still, silent pool,
i reach for a whisper
a single metaphor,
murmured underwater
an echo…. maybe joy
gasping,
and coming up
for air
then seeing
the sun rise
hearing the sky shout, i breathe,
find a voice,
and sing. **
hedgerow: a journal of small poems # 10
11/28/14
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
That end.. to come up and breathe.. what a reason to sing.
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Yes sir!!
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