Like a sunset, some things are inevitable. And too like a sunset, the inevitable may just be as welcomed. Darkness is near and it will be time to rest. It is inevitable.
Category: Poetry, Prose & Prayer
Words from the heart: poems, prayers, and prose shaped in silence, wonder, and grace.
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Masts at Dawn
Masts at Dawn By Robert Penn Warren Past second cock-crow yacht masts in the harbor go slowly white. No light in the east yet, but the stars show a certain fatigue. They withdraw into a new distance, have discovered our unworthiness. It is long since The owl, in the dark…