Sunday, November 10, 2013

Lost It

yesterday I lost it
nothing much, only ego
can't find it anymore



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nearing Autumn's end –
Inconsequential bushes light up,
as though God himself were talking right through them.
Life's last exquisite burst of understanding before winter's slumber.

I suppose I'm in the Autumn of my years.
My awareness at its height,
listening for God to speak to me – as though through a burning bush.

Paul Devine said...

Have you checked under the couch cushion?