Sunday, April 19, 2015

Gentle into me

Gentle into me

The stillness of the stars
Waits for me where I cannot deny it,
After the day is done, the agitation
Filling me—released;

Into a sky that waits each night
For the end of things, the wrapping
Of frayed threads,
The hesitations of uncertainty.

There is a pause.

If light can pierce
The heavens, lasting long
Past the entanglements of living

Into greater moments,
That speak of elements;
If it falls straight into secrets
That I call my own, well then,

It can go anywhere:
Into the tips of fingers.

Into the heart itself,
And all its promises.

Each star goes gentle
Into me; and I the better for it.
What use this struggle?

Life is given.


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