Thursday, 11 December 2008

A few stray lines...

These are lines from unfinished, unpolished poems scattered across my
sketchbooks...

A fire burning,
a place of learning,
A Scriptorium where we eat the Word,
where prayer is always heard.
A stairway to the stars -
a refinery for heaven's oil
to overflow and fill these earthly jars.

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