Sunday, April 17, 2011

Soul Lent

dark nights
and overcast days
     of the soul
come and go like the tides--
barely apologetic,
     drought and dry,
or suddenly flooded--
   trembling and afraid
in the back of the cave
seeking safety
striving for some small sight
crouching in the damp and musty corner
not knowing
there is life
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson