10.15.2011

Sabbath's end

i dissolve back into
distinctness,
bringing with me
the baggage of being,
hauling over my shoulder
the work and worries of
personhood.

Still, having shed the skin
of the old week,
i am made new--
find new possibilities,
new meaning;
not merely in life,
but even in the breath
that builds it.

Each fallen leaf,
Each gust of
Autumn wind,
Conveys a world
In its presence --

What is my small satchel
Of worries,
Compared to this
Constant presence
Of peace?

--Mr. Gobley

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