Primus St. John: Sunday


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

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2 Responses to Primus St. John: Sunday

  1. ,,Oh, and a good thing it does, or we might never return to it.

  2. 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….

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