Storms have come and gone. The Hudson river absorbs them... we continue to walk along the marsh, which never ceases to amaze.
After All These Years
After all these years
Love being what it is
I walk along the river anyway.
Blackbirds swarm like locusts from the trees
And make their own wind
I exist in astonishment
That such a thing could be.
God has broken himself into many pieces
Thrown himself into the sky
Down upon the ground as leaves
And into the water as silent ripples
Lies across the leaves as frost
And scatters the sky with stars.
With every sunrise
I try to put him back together
So that He can remember who He is
And why He made us.