Wednesday, July 04, 2012


Above me soared a graceful bird
with unabashed impunity
and feather touch commanding winds
to take it far beyond the throng
then deep within me something stirred
from which there's no immunity,
the passion standing still rescinds
that filled me like a holy song,
compelling me to move along.


Paul Andrew Russell said...

Lovely, Bob. :-)

rch said...

Thanks Paul, somehow I missed this - duh!