A Place of Unknowing

When the arms of my spirit are weary

of hurling inward burdens into the wind,

I fade off trail

into a hollowed place of unknowing,

close my eyes and

slip into a healing sleep,

for I can carry this heaviness no more…

to waken

sometime later

during the last whispering moment

of one of God’s legion of dreams, and

wrapped in a hudson bay blanket.

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