Saturday, August 6, 2011

Echoes of Life in the Morning

 








Echoes of Life in the Morning

The down daily dose of sunshine gives us time
of heat and play. Father, son, and love mix
today. The red wagon, with no white chickens
beside it, runs on concrete, runs on grass,
runs with a boy of two riding and singing .
Summertime and the living loafs among
the blades of grass, assuming the whole
of importance. The dreams of the past and future
fade in moments only footnoted with cameras,
and videos. Even a skinned knee, with blood
and the shedding of tears, adds to the glory
of living in eternal presences. Prayer
moves in time in parallel, occurring but
not touching. I kiss my son’s wounds,
and we heal.

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