Shekinah Glory

June 13, 2007, 7:05 pm
Filed under: Beauty, Death, Favorite Poems, Inspiration, Life, literature, Poetry, War, Wholeness

A Child is born
in a vast landscape
half a century later
he is simply a dead soldier
and that was the man
whom one saw appear
and set down on the ground a whole
heavy sack of apples
two or three of which rolled
a sound among the sounds of a world
where the bird sang
on the stone of the door-sill.

Jean Follain


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