Sunday, June 22, 2014
A Summer Meditation
Because I am unsure of myself I sow milkweed seeds. Because I am lost in a chorus of worry and hope and faith and loss I dig bare-knuckled in the soil. Because the world will not stand up and scream loud enough as the landscapes we grew up with vanish, I do the only things I know to bridge the gap -- the garden, these words, the patient late evening watching of a few last fireflies lighting the coming darkness.
Posted by Benjamin Vogt at 1:25 PM
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Oh I do like that very much.
That makes me very sad!
Your poetic words hit the mark for me, too.
Beautiful, thank you. Both the words and the images.
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