Friday, January 1, 2010

Where One meets Other

There is a path
at the far edge of the harbor,
and a place where the tide
flows into the land,
then washes the stones
back out to the sea.
Let me be that bridge,
O Holy One,
and stand forever at the mouth
where One meets Other
and both flow into each;
let me be the lamp
that lights the path when darkness falls
and helps the weary traveler safely home.


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2 comments:

Kimberly Mason said...

I especially like this one.

Maureen said...

Beautifully contemplative.