inspired by The Nest by Teddy Macker
Teach me, world, to weave
a nest with whatever scraps I find—
sticks, dry grass, old thread,
twine, barbed wire, plastic bags,
the sad headlines of war. Teach
me to make a haven out of mud
and shit and thistle down, a cozy
space, just room enough, no more.
And then, though I’ll grow comfortable,
teach me to fly away from whatever
comfort I’ve made—not because
I think I’m going somewhere better,
but because there is a rising
in the blood that says go. Teach
me to take nothing but my song
and the silence inside each note.
Amen. Beautiful. Thanks for that.
Thank you, Randy oh these days
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Wednesday, September 24, 2014 at 9:57 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “On a Day When I Ache for the World”
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