You sought life most arid,
and thought the Sahara'd
be bland enough for you,
but soon you were finding
the star-spattered sky blinding,
and ran seeking another venue.
Jungle and seashore
you're keen to ignore
lest they waken the life within you.
A waterfall's prisms?
Waves' thunderous rhythms?
They're relentless! Your heart they'd pursue!
Thoughts are too deep,
and songs make you weep,
which is something you've sworn not to do.
For you, the Unliving,
trust, love, and forgiving
are simply an alien view.
Know this is true:
no one needs your approval
to pray for removal
of the shroud that envelopes you.
Photograph and poem by Bonnie Hamilton Beuning ©2012
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