He will, I trust, be less confused
by his companions.
Their gentleness will match his own.
Tag Archives: soul
I’d so rather write reassurance
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still
A mutual sifting
Through what passes the traveling soul,
and what through it on its way?
His little itch
Someone with his key has
tagged my window – scratch
scratch his little itch – so
I see him and not
the water the school the wood –
see his soul stretched. Yes,
I see and am with him, I am
in him now and go with him.
I go with him all around.
The soul’s dishevelment
“Why were you hiding?”
No, please thank you, I was not hiding
but biding
time
while the garden grew regardless
Utrecht Journal 