Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Writing a Life

It’s like I am a pencil,
and just the tip of me – the bare lead –
extends into this world
a visible life lived,
written on Planet Earth.

All the rest of me lives
above, beyond, outside of time
pure being, distinct,
my own soul, guiding,
intelligent, communicating
soft as breathing.

In prayer I feel for the words
and write them as my life.

gg murray 4/26/05