© David Carnish, M.Div., MA, BCC, Pastoral Services
Fields of flowers
Geese flying by
Honking song
Going South
Green turns to orange
Orange browns
The trees let loose
And there’s a Fall
a fall
A hearing
A sighting
That’s death
A heirophany,
I stood over the abyss
I offered my body
Tired, warm, worn
More wrinkled
This is the cold lot
This is my life
How did I get so loved?