free verse


we have known what it is like to be old
we have walked miles in shoes that were too small
we have bent our spines beneath burdens almost too heavy to carry
we have slept on the ground under a blanket that would not cover our feet
we have seen the end recede with our approach

we went on even as sunlight faded and
we let ourselves drift inland (though
we knew we had to follow the sea)

we left behind the sound of waves crashing on jagged rocks for silence and
we have felt the lacking

we have followed paths of sheep we know we will not see
we wonder where our burden has gone
we wonder why our spines have not straightened
we repeat “be not far from me o Lord: thou art my succour, haste thee to help me”
we wander with our empty backs to the shore


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