I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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2 April 2010

It's Good Friday

It’s Good Friday
and on the telly
people — Christian people —
reveal their ways
of coming closer to God.

‘In the gentle breeze,’
says one pilgrim.
‘In silence, reading,
and hospitality,’
says the monk.

I think we are not
different. I too, Pagan,
think those places good
for finding God.
It may be so for all.

Dropping deeper

I notice
those are doorways
to the actual place:
my heart.

NaPoWriMo Day 2


  1. wow, Rosemary, double bill prompt. that's a lot of poeming.

    like this interconnectedness one.

  2. Yes, I'm clearly insane, lol.

    I'm pretty much doing stream of consciousness so far, with minimal crafting and occasional hasty second thoughts. Luckily, after a lifetime of poeming, things tend to fall into lines and verses.

    Glad you like this one. :)