There is a chasm between birth and being
where stuff falls, collects and,
hidden by the distance and the dark,
smoulders, sending up smoke, ciphers
breathed in the language of the unborn
and forgotten, known only to their God.

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5 Responses to Between

  1. Karen Gillooly says:

    Wow, Rosalind this is beautiful.

  2. Reblogged this on Oratione Communi and commented:
    Wow! What a powerful poem. Thanks for this, Rosalind.

  3. ~Felicia~ says:

    Beautiful… I just made a smoke signals web theme!

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