Beyond the Bulwark


The old voice summons

in a chorus of redwings.

I walk out beyond the bulwark

where I am known

not by names

but by substance.

There is a spirit in the

world that is causing me to see my

darker iniquities.

A better prayer would

often be Dear Lord, forgive me for

what I once believed.

Silence now. Silence is the

old voice.

3 thoughts on “Beyond the Bulwark

  1. Silence = the absence of man made chatter and man made machines . Which leaves only the steady hum of all creation ,reverberating from soul to soul , endlessly connecting all things named and unnamed from the time of no beginnings until the time of no end . I love reading your poems , they entice me to reflect .

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