The Whisper Well

Voracious, voluminous, the sands of time flow on
Eternity entangled in the narrow glass of now
I look upon the loves, those here or not yet here or gone
I wonder at the delicate deliciousness of how

It is my faith, my heart, my breath that we shall meet again
It is my life, this catechism, this truth that rules the clock
That we are one, together, whole. Women, children, men.
To buy one’s own humanity, one must stop first, take stock.

As I look upon the wayward steps that led me here,
Again I marvel at the perfect wholeness of our days.
Furtive glances cachet for another world to steer
Into conversations that will leave us all, by endless grace, amazed.

– – – – –

For Sam, and all those we have lost. May they be at peace until we join them, and in eternal joy thereafter.


About davidiclineage

Third David down from Absalom Purchase (a Stranger on the Rock) across seven generations. Distaff line Love through mother, Christine. Get it? It took me a while before I did.
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10 Responses to The Whisper Well

  1. Beautifully written, David.
    In unity heaven’s blessings flow.

  2. Beautiful and I loved the title

  3. Reblogged this on David Redpath and commented:
    Harken to the Poetic Davidic
    … as drawn from a deep well

  4. sbailey says:

    Amazing writing as always David! 🙂

  5. So wise and wonderfully penned, My Friend!! Bravo!!

  6. BootsyWasAGoodDog says:

    This is beautiful. All of it.

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