• san antonio

    by  • May 3, 2014 • poetry • 3 Comments

    We’ve been wandering on streetsIMG_4390
    where the stones tell stories
    and the river laughs and lingers
    just below the city streets: the veins
    of history flowing underneath
    the skin of sidewalks and skyscrapers.

    Time feels as wide as the boulevard
    in this middle child of a city;
    kindness is common currency,
    spoken and shared where the biggest
    attraction marks a grand defeat.

    The stones, old and new, are stacked
    as cathedrals and condominiums,
    the streets personalized by
    the pork chop breakfasts and
    homemade tortillas, the bright
    colors of a biracial marriage.

    My heart slows to match the pulse
    of the quiet hope that haunts
    theses streets, these stones
    as we go down to the river
    and trust today is enough.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    3 Responses to san antonio

    1. May 3, 2014 at 12:48 pm

      Looking forward to hearing you preach at DaySpring and being at the cooking demo that evening 🙂

    2. May 3, 2014 at 1:59 pm

      Your poem so captures the city. Thank you, Milton.

    3. Claud
      May 4, 2014 at 5:42 pm

      remembering…my own pleasant walk on those streets 8 years ago with a very good woman. Thank you for the memories of laughing and lingering…

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