Conversations (XXI) — to the lost ones
Months into the journey the sign
at the arrival gate said Not Yet
The placard held by the limo driver
By the baggage check had no name
But we had a name for you
We do not know if you came again
Under another name if that was
Your only name the only chance for arrival
Or if you filtered like light filters
Into different rooms in every house
On the street in the town that would
Let light in we don’t know what became
Of that light because it lit us from within
And then was gone before we saw it
That’s a beautiful and poignant, touching piece. Really nice, Jeff.
Thank you, Randy.
Just beautiful. I love the connectedness and brokenness you have spoken here.
Thank you. That’s a good way to put it — the connectedness and brokenness.