Sometimes, gliding at night in a plane over New York City I have felt like some messenger called to enter, called to engage this field of light and darkness. A grandiose idea, born of flying. But underneath the grandiose idea is the thought that what I must engage after the plane has raged onto theContinue reading “day 10”
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day 5
Once in the Advent seasonWhen I was walking downA narrow street I met a flock of childrenWho all came running up to meSaying that they were prophetsAnd for a penny theyWould prophesy I gave them each a penny They started outBy rummaging in trash-cansUntil they foundA ragged piece of silk It’s blue, they saidBlue isContinue reading “day 5”
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