Unnumbered Day Marching In Endless File

Oh, Daughters of Endless Time,
Unnumbered days marching in endless file,
Passing soundlessly into cold dark….
I light a candle: hold it in my hand—
A diadem in the crown of years,
Turn and depart to ponder silence,
Wondering, weeping, wishing into winter’s night.

Such is the small fire within my heart,
Burning within the kingdom of eternal stars,
Tiny measure of solemn sparks that dance
Barefoot in the winter sky,
Offerings of Earth as wind and fire,
Bread and wine— praying, singing,
Dancing all the praises held within the heart.

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2 thoughts on “Unnumbered Day Marching In Endless File

  1. Fred, you capture the essence of the human heart like nothing I have seen.
    This is perhaps the most wonder-filled: “Tiny measure of solemn sparks that dance
    Barefoot in the winter sky,…” Awesome, my friend.

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