the stream is a motionless
moment
salmon in the sea swims deep
pregnant with force as a prayer
is
spring in the hard earth sleeps
like the snow on the stark
spruce limb
coated with ice, then stripped
by wind
we melt away and return again
stronger for the tempering
flame
stronger for the Saviour's
name.
(Cumberland, Ont. -- 25/12/73)
Marco Giunco |
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