Saturday, January 16, 2010
Shepherd’s Song
Your hour, my century,
said the mountain.
Your stone, my grief,
said the man.
Your words, my longing,
said the wind.
(first publication)
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4 comments:
William,
deliciously 'mystifying' verses, never daring to reveal who said what.
And you wonder why I'm moved to write verses here.
Thanks, Conrad. I think we all have a bit of the shepherd in us, and we certainly have the song. What we hear depends on our experience, and how good we are at listening. With that in mind, I hope I’m worthy of your response.
Master,
Your words, my wonder,
Said the lamb.
word verification: reamb
Your grace, my strength,
said the friend.
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