this chill knows me as the root knows the wet or the petal... well, i forget the line
from a poem of John, which I had to follow
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oh, these nights in my teen time, when I had been this chill, coming in and out from a crack in the window
passing unnoticed the threatening hand of the vile knight Hetz fon Berlihingen and his downward face as if he's hanging all night long on the window glass
NATIVITY 1. A town on the plain white ark ready to sail past dreaming farmhouses. A white sea climbs onto the land tonight. In the warm human hull a cradle with rays of yellow hay, stable midst the dim and din of time's uncertain weather. 2. He fell down the sky in a raiment of bone, the Babe born in the wild-rose womb of Mary. He brings down dew, cool balm for the thirst of the prisoner chained through ages of starlight. Babylon may fall, arise again, fall, but the waking head in the light does not perish. Inward blossoms, inward spring are ours. Beyond the rocky shore the sea washes in indelible clouds of flowers, an earthly room sanctified. --Geoff Oelsner
I don't normally do poetry(so I'm not good at it) but I wanted to share this with you peeps. hope you have a great day. we all have our stories life is like books,
its hidden in nooks,
we all have our stories, the ones that we like,
some of our stories are just about a hike,