Poetry
Winter’s Still Song
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
Lord, you have searched me and have known my madness, a wilderness of visions and song. I welter in birthright riddles, my mother deranged,