Thursday, September 07, 2006
A new friend and school mate of mine, Artie Sposaro introduced our group to the work of a roaming poet, Lucien Zell.
Here are a couple of his poems:
I wander through
the dark wilderness
by the light
of my burning map.
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Silence dreams of voice.
An empty cup longs for tea.
I made no friends in the darkness
until I made the darkness my friend.
We tend to speak of darkness as an enemy, as only bad. These words reveal the often hidden beauty of the dark. As Len Sweet reminded us last week, Jesus' favorite time to get away and pray was in the morning, while it was still dark.
