Dear Teresa, thank you for this poem. I've been that crazed monk drunk on Presence. For me, writing is prayer. And I'm so glad that I'm seriously writing again after several years of being away from the story. Peace.
Yes, writing as prayer ... I so understand ... very much so . Enjoy your writing.
Peaceful, ever ever so peaceful. You've captured imagination with this. So eloquent.
Thank you, Bill, for your sweet response.
What a lovely image that gives me! I will think of a crazed monk out there calling us to prayer now, when I hear the wind chimes randomly picking up and falling quiet at night.
Thanks, Jill. Good to hear from you . I hope all is well and you're getting adjusted to your new life in the City. :)
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