I do not care how long I can live.
I do care how I live.
martes, 29 de enero de 2013
I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness, slowly becoming that last curving and impossible sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself, I refuse it the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem, like a new moon, slender and barely open be the first prayer that opens me to faith.