>Life Interred Posted on April 23, 2011 by Jerry > Before the inclusion wakes I sit breathing, ears open. It is silent Saturday when interred life lies. A cardinal speaks louder than words outside my window. A blood breast is all I look for, for now. Share this:TwitterEmailFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
>This is the day the Bible doesn't really speak to — but it must have been the desolate Saturday. This is beautiful, Jerry.
>this is wonderful jerry – i agree with what glynn says – the world held its breath and hung in a space between hope and fear – sat breathing, ears open – just as you described – love this – really love this