What Saul saw on the road to Damascus
Deep sadness Like still water Moves slowly Uncovered secrets glisten as they surface Deserving the respect afforded to Ghosts of the recently departed There are those who scoff At mystical movement Creaking floors Wailing winds or Epiphanies seen only with A sideways glance We would be wiser To heed the whispers of the wood There is so much to learn From any admitted ignorance I once believed in good men And longed for a loverly completion The sorrows of the aged Are not only the death of friends The decline of familial fruits The tears that flow from clouded eyes Result not from glaucoma scales But from a final seeing that Even in the sweetest embrace When night comes We all live We all die Alone dg 9-23-13 Sent from my iPad