Feb 3
1 min read
Beacon
Poetry
What do I want to say to you
as you walk through
your cloud of sorrow?
That it’s not a cloud
of your own making.
That the ponderous smoke
of it belongs to this world.
That your heart feels the burn
of wild timber and sky.
That the deep well of
your soul reflects the tender
longing of humanity.
No, I won’t say these things
even though they may be true.
What will I say to you
as you walk through
your cloud of sorrow?
That the light at the…
