walking back from the embers of shame.
We seek some solace from a fiery sun.
life's deeds unravel come magnificently undone.
Our wrestled tygers we must try & tame,
dodging condemning fingers of mortal blame.
A stitch of mercy, a hint of velvet blue.
As we marinade together in this life's perennial stew.
We try interpret life's poignant tiny signs,
A language from clouds & the soft song of rhymes.
We sale the 4 wild winds to the safe harbor,
On the road thats cramped & narrow to our Father.
QJD - 2013
QJD - 2013
