Pentecost +17 - Year C
ouch to awe
lost sheep
lost coins
lost boys
lost opportunity
lost innocence
lost direction
every loss is significant
O—wail it long—O . . .
even nothing can be lost
O . . .
given time monkeys type Shakespeare
given time loss lingers long
an alchemic catalyst
refining lives
our identity so wrapt
with signs for meaning
with loss we are lost
and learn hoarding early
loss by loss
we find more than less
‘til finally
a simple Ah . . .
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