Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Holy

The reward, never clear. The love, unsure.
Let clouds move the sky along, as ever.
Stay in the sun as long as its glow stays.
These steps accelerating become a dance.
Everything alive, Blake said, is holy
and free to live or die, but die it must.

(12 April 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander

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