Resonates. Thanks for sharing.

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

Lyne Marshall Marshall

I write simple words
amid this old wilderness
A barren place surrounded
by ancient cedars & boggy springs
soaring hawks born high on silent winds
My barren space however lies not within
the wildness of this secluded place
for in and of themselves wild
things know God’s order
they keep God’s time

My solitude is the solitude of the spirit
Murmurings from the belly of a whale

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