Thursday, June 27, 2013




















I will hold your work
alive
in me
everything
you've ever made
of
stone
of
sand
of
clay
the restless wind that bends the reed
the
searching
sun
that rules the day
all
the
sacred
words
I longed
for you to speak
all
the
little
prayers
you longed
for me to say

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