Friday, December 4, 2009

advent

where would I go
if I could go anywhere at all
it wouldn't matter would it
the places I have held sacred
a trail skirting a mountain high above a glacial lake
a wide and empty beach with the tide creeping inward
Chartres' labyrinth
a pathway through the mountain laurel
a waterfall into which we all plunged
the desert under the Sonoran stars
windblown wild wondrous places
it wouldn't matter at all
it could be the sidewalk in front of the house
where three children drew with colored chalk
and sold lemonade
it could be anywhere
anywhere
where the three of them are
and there is no such place
ever
again
there is no season of the year
in which they are all held
in my arms

4 comments:

Carol said...

Major hugs to you, GG. Holding you in my heart and prayers through the tears and pain.

Magdalene6127 said...

(((Gannet Girl)))

Gal aka SuperMommy said...

I am so sorry... This is so beautiful. And I understand.

Karen said...

beautiful, sad, true, me too.