Wondering Bones
The late afternoon sky reminded
me of old, worn out bones,
gray, ashen, but filled with
a holy spirit, mine and God’s.
and I wondered if my life would
be as much of a Gift
to those who have been
such a Gift to me…
Niles Comer
Wondering Bones
The late afternoon sky reminded
me of old, worn out bones,
gray, ashen, but filled with
a holy spirit, mine and God’s.
and I wondered if my life would
be as much of a Gift
to those who have been
such a Gift to me…
Niles Comer