Some Poetry
While on retreat I spent some time every morning reading some of R.S. Thomas. I was moved by both his style and his haunting imagery. It had quite the affect on what I wrote myself, not that I am in anyway comparing myself to him.
I Am
Where am I now?
In the middle
the pasts shadows uncertain
slinking forward covering
where next my foot might tred.
Faint light bobbles to
possibilities and tentative
dreams. Its soft shadow
mingles to make my present.
In the middle I linger.
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