Footprints
"He kneeled long,
And saw love in a dark crown
of thorns blazing,and a winter tree
golden with fruit of a man's body."
RS Thomas
The places
of trampled grass
where love trod,
one could mistake
them for the foot-
prints of God.
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
Thursday, April 27, 2006
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