Survivors

Survivors

Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Passing Peace


©  Steve King 2016
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I wait upon that passing peace
cessation of this laboring
and febrile cast of mind
emptied of all wanting
every risen doubt

efforts easing in retreat
slipped but for an instant
this I know
expectation of a gentling tide
a quelling of the sort
to shutter all intention and regard
bastardry of madding dreams
and every sharp discontinuity

shadow of benign design
to ease the blinding weariness
and press of insolent ideas
balm each emptied sense
each dormant expectation

everything that would be known as me

musing in full silence
invitation and response at large
grateful for the mindful loss of words
so not to test the call of every void

straining on the whisper
of the distant friend
without a name
who ever waits
patient to all ends


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