Saturday, April 23, 2011

the day of the dead

the tulips have barely brought blossom,
another spring without beginning,
another winter without forgiveness,
yeshuah in the dark earth,
is the peace of g-d descending?

another place with no story,
how deep do these blades of grass shutter,
into the flesh of mortals,
a slow reaping of sorrow.

where is the g-d today?
where is the sun today?
still no grace to the cold of tomorrow,
i breathe the memory, a lightening lung,
the silence still humility.


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