Friday, March 4, 2011

Passing


Wind,
Nothing but its
Caress…swift in the
Void of its giving.
And still each leaf sways
Grateful in its
passing.

~
and God moves as the wind of all
existence...and we sway in
His caress.
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3 comments:

The Empty Bed said...

I love your new blog Eric, the photos with your wonderful poetry. I look forward to visiting here often. :)

Thank you!
Elizabeth

March 4, 2011 at 7:51 PM
A Headless Place said...

Thank you Elizabeth - it's great to see you here and I hope to have the chance to post some of your beautiful work soon!
Lets see if we can work with your blog a little this week?

March 5, 2011 at 3:59 PM
Margrit said...

Dear Eric,
this is really one of the most spellbinding poems you have written. It is a joy to see it here together with the very appropriated picture.
Love,
Margherita

March 6, 2011 at 6:55 AM

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