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
Peace,
Milton
We walk well-trod paths. Good poem, Milton.
good words
-Sarita