Thursday, July 26, 2012

III Prayer


Give me a little less
with every dawn:
colour, a breath of wind,
the perfection of shadows,

till what I find, I find
because  it's there,
gold in the seams of my hands
and the night light, burning.
John Burnside

best, e.

3 comments:

Annie @ knitsofacto said...

To comment at all seems to take away from JB's perfect words. I am so happy we have discovered this shared love of poetry Ellen, so pleased that you are finding in the poetry of JB and SH the heart stopping beauty that I do x

Susan T said...

Spectacular photo and wonderful words Ellen. Have a great weekend. We will be watching lots of people running, jumping and swimming. I feel tired out already.

Sian said...

beautiful photo and words : )