Sunday, January 13, 2019

Touch faces, trembling

After Psalm 146

I touch faces, trembling,
face after face, different,
each promising a way
the way
the only way
the right way, or the left,
we are all
we are none
no face can save
not one
each face weathers,
dies, returns to dust
all of the ways
return to dust.

Photograph by Sylvie Tittel via Unsplash. Used with permission.


WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading, well done. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.

Glynn said...

Andrew, thank you!