Your email, anchored by eternity
of these two words, echoes through my being
these days later. Like breeze I quietly
rise, unfold my blinds like leaves, now seeing
flickering dawn singe away lazing dark,
small lasers for slightest instant only
turning true leaves to brief fireflies, lean bark
to long, soft-burning lances. I’m lonely
no more. Looking west, I imagine you,
meditation done, flowing through glowing
day. What words will carry you like light through
your gathering with friends? Somehow knowing
this, I listen closely as you speak, say
the words you say, watching you as we pray.
Roger Armbrust
August 29, 2010
