Tonight, a beginning clings to the edge of this crescent moon – hanging with grace like a precious jewel. Beginnings never arrive solitary – endings pave the way for a fresh arrival. I take myself back, for a brief moment, through the roads that carried grief within their curvatures, through the places that hold the memoryContinue reading “Crescent”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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