Thursday, January 5, 2017

prayer - 8

no gusts
no bursts of cold wind sleet
just an unwavering wall
of Arctic air

the tired monk banks
the fire up
lights another lamp

1 comment:

  1. Each time you light another lamp, you see something different. That is if you allow yourself too. Like this poem a lot. Warms me up on this cold winter night


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