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:

  1. The Empty BedMarch 4, 2011 at 7:51 PM

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

    Thank you!
    Elizabeth

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  2. A Headless PlaceMarch 5, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    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?

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  3. MargritMarch 6, 2011 at 6:55 AM

    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

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