Hollow as a reed,
empty of the hoard,
wealth of silence,
rock of faith.
Live this life
with thirst,
scraped bare
for the rising.
Hollow as a reed,
empty of the hoard,
wealth of silence,
rock of faith.
Live this life
with thirst,
scraped bare
for the rising.
Especially, a wealth of silence……thanks Don.
Beauty Don… a wealth of simple focus reminds me of all my connections.
In my current crisis of faith a voice whispers, “The rising will not come.” Nevertheless, I must remain scraped bare, hollow as a reed.
Thanks, Don.
Hollow as a reed, I must remain also.
Oh, yes . . .
Timely thoughts as I help my brother in law pass from this world.
Just finished reading “The Irish Girl” and it was truly a “burn” into my heart sharing your journey. Well thought out, composed and written. Thank you for sharing so intimately.