I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino






Anne K. Smith

In my hands your
body is a hymnal
open to the familiar
page of praise. I
sing you in the ancient
rhythm that brought
us all here to make
what we will of
this world, I sing
you in tongues and
in silent awe of our
loving, certain only
of imminent separation.