• all saints sonnet

    by  • November 1, 2011 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    there is no place where I walk
    where someone has not walked
    no conversation I might have
    that’s not already talked

    what is new in my big world
    is mostly new to me
    that those who have come before
    have kindly let me see

    as if it were the first time
    and then underneath the new
    a sacred sense a heart shine
    a thin place with a view

    all the saints now come and gone
    remind me I am not alone



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    2 Responses to all saints sonnet

    1. November 1, 2011 at 6:02 pm

      We walk well-trod paths. Good poem, Milton.

    2. Anonymous
      November 3, 2011 at 8:50 pm

      good words


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