1.10.2009

Trudging Thoughts


Her lids and limbs were heavy as she trudged the slope on tired feet.
If only she could reach the Tree.
In It's shade, she would lie down at last, and cool blossoms would rest lightly on her closed eylids.
And sleep, sleep would come and take her to that other place.
From THOUGHTS DURING CHURCH SERVICE, written on the program note sheet, 9/14/1987.

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