Jan 24
Beneath the intricate network of noise there’s a still more persistent tapestry woven of whispers, murmurs and chants It’s the heaving breath of the very earth carrying along the prayer of all things: trees, ants, stones, creeks and mountains alike All giving silent thanks and remembrance each moment, as a tug on a rosary bead while we hurry past, heedless of the mysteries And, yet, every secret wants to be told every shy creature to approach and trust us if we patiently listen, with all our senses.
— Yahia Lababidi, from "Breath" in "Barely There: Short Poems" (Wipf and Stock, 2013) (via Alive on All Channels)
