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Monday, February 3, 2014

Postcard From India

Sinking Temple - Color

Creaking oarlocks take us out
Into the pale fog mist
This holy river
Ancient oarsman rowing
Slowly . . . without effort
Drifting with the current
Muddy vein of life
Mother of the world.

Great cities come and go along her shore
He tells me
Mighty temples rise up over centuries
Adoring God
Then fall to earth
Forsaken by him
As this timeless current flows
As this water
Passes by

1 comment:

  1. Bruce, this is deep! What a great perspective as life ebbs and flows through timeless changes.