Prayer
With you as my touchstone, I do not fear dissolution. And when it will come time to surrender, I will gladly fall into the translucence of the evening. I know you are there, roaming free in the cold dark air, bearable to no mortal…
Mar 20, 2013 | Categories: prose | Tags: Childhood poems, haiti culture, Haiti poems, Haiti stories, haitian poetry, Lorcielle Dupiche, poetry of death, poetry of hope, prayer poems | Leave A Comment »