Friday, March 1, 2013


Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.

Past present and prospect coagulating
Encrusting old wounds with a hard scabrous edge
Salved and softened if our convivium can continue
Opening realities beyond prior prohibitions
Conversing consoling conciliating

Consider please my questions

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