where will you walk

Where will you walk, whose bare feet feel the earth beneath;
Where will you walk, heart burning with love and pain;
In whose footsteps will you tread so carefully,
Feeling love’s strong voice calling you again.

Missing the Wind

When you become like the wind and the rock, the rock misses the wind when it ceases to blow, and hangs on the breath of every zephyr, waiting for news.


January has to run to catch up,
flying past resolutions
into cold mornings unornamented.