Where?

They asked me where God was...

The Lament of Words

These words and thoughts
and thoughts and words
have meaning
have power
have danger
have hope.

The sky empties itself of color from gray to gray inviting neither joy nor gloom.

An excerpt from "Voices of Silence," my latest piece at @ecotheoreview

And they grew to know one another,
the river with her piscatorial prizes,
and the Old Man with his dreams.