Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Morning Stars

A shooting star streaked across the morning sky. Worries are the pins and needles that we use to poke into the voodoo doll of the self. Pieces from the tail of the star fell in a gentle rain of grace. The worries dissolved into a sea of peace momentarily glimpsed. Dawn arrived with its demands.

1 comment:

Richard Ewing said...

my favorite is "YES SIR" really nice ecomnomy and directness.
It's how it should be.