seasons come and go
like a scribe’s pen
instruments foretelling their part
in this fairy tale of long ago
repeating the journey
not knowing anything but this wheel
set adrift on the infinite sea
no contact with steering nor keel

trusting this parallel journey
to an infinite source
again and again we are tossed into the wind
no matter how fragmented
we show no remorse
these weathered shards of glass
smooth from the ages
glisten with new beauty

© 12-18-2015 Pamela Hope


~ by Pamela Hope on January 16, 2018.

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