A place of terrible heat,
heat bleeding the skin;
a place of terrible cold,
cold snapping the bone;
a place of no relief,
of no belief,
until the stones
themselves cry out.
Photograph: Desert Boulders by Ronald Carlson via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
Sometimes I feel I should step aside and wait for them to shout. So human I am.
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ReplyDeleteLove those last two lines.
The truth of this is, as Louise said, powerful.
ReplyDeleteOur belief comes when our eyes are opened to God's creation--everywhere we look, or listen.
ReplyDeleteyou packed a lot into 8 lines. Wow.
Nothing profound to say, just agreeing you have created 8 powerful lines.
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