2.06.2010

this solitary hill.

this hedgerow too holds most
of the horizon from me.
But as I sit and gaze,
space beyond that hedge,
my mind conjures
a silence more
than peace
until my heart
is all but daunted.
As I hear the wind rustle again in the foliage,
I compare this infinite silence to that whispered voice:
I recollect the Eternal,
long-dead seasons and the present season
alive, the sheer sure sound of it. And so
my thought drowns in its immensity:
shipwreck is a sweet thing on this ocean.

don't like the switch to shipwreck

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