Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Si Non Servias

Roll your heart's stone back into place
Shake the dust from your feet and move on.
Say, "Christ is not here"; seek not His face.
(Life fades to gray in the desert predawn.)
Lightless sky, endless sand; rock, thorn, weed.
Yours to wander: you are free indeed!

3 comments:

E.S. said...

Wow.

Seriously.

Wow.

Margaret Catherine said...

Remember roaming Red Rock Canyon...at night...with no clear trail? Wasn't that just so very much fun? ;)

This was one of those things I couldn't have written ten minutes before I did, and couldn't have written ten minutes after. Filing it under 'Don't look at me!'

e.s. said...

Right.

With the burro guy?