True to Age: December 2012

A newborn baby smiles

Angels must be around.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

“Some nights stay up till dawn as the

moon sometimes does for the sun.

Be a full bucket, pulled up the dark

way of a well then lifted out into light.

Something opens our wings, something makes

boredom and hurt disappear.

Someone fills the cup in front of us, we taste

only sacredness.”

and tea

It’s a-slowing

a-savouring idleness.