Sunday, July 17, 2011
Two SiSters Mary Thoughts for the Day ~July
I walk without flinching
through the burning Cathedral
of the SuMMer.
My bank of WiLd GraSS is majestic
and full of Music.
It is a Fire that Solitude
presses against my Lips.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.