
Sunday
Today,
The sea has its own religion,
It is as blue
As an acori bead
I rubbed in my hand.
I think
Of swimming out
for miles
and miles in prayer.
I think
Of never struggling back
In doubt.
As though
In a world like this
Love starts over and over again.
~Primus St. John
,,Oh, and a good thing it does, or we might never return to it.
I just found your blog via a FB friend. I hope I can visit more often. Your choice of poems is amazing. I love every one I have read so far. Do you write your own poems? Curious….