Thursday, January 7, 2010

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I stand
at your grave
waiting for words to come,
but no words rise from my depths, only
peacefulness: acceptance
that you have
expired.
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3 comments:

  1. I love this . . . we think that we control our thoughts, our environments with our words, but there are moments of great emotion--love, grief, peacefulness--that remind us words are but a tool we use to capture tiny chinks of reality, not the whole picture.
    Karen

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  2. Thanks Karen -- You always have something interesting to say. You must be a writer!

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  3. This is lovely, Jim!

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