Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Trajectory of Hearts

I soften the moment into listening, 
mentored by the wisdom of the aged
and the young bent on learning.

I find myself in the carpenter's backroom with a son
who made himself slow, intent, methodical,
an apprentice with a teachable heart.

Time ages the body
and yet pulls the mind into what is not time,
allowing a proverb to make itself known.

I must allow for action minimal
and internally stoke up the fires,
watch together with God the birth of a star.

I plan to be here, an observer,
until I may be there simultaneous,
until our trajectory of hearts align.

Jenneth Graser

Photography Greg Rakozy Unsplash

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