Sunday, July 4, 2010

Poem: The Watch by John Predmore, S.J.

I sit,
in stillness,
with the tall mountain
peering over my shoulders,
brooding,
waiting,
clamoring,
as the days pass,
watching the strangers scurry by,
who have no grounds to look back.

2 comments:

  1. John, I love this poem. I have been sitting in stillness for several mornings. Happy Easter! Bev

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    1. Thanks, Bev. I wrote it while in New Zealand with Mt. Taranaki behind me and the ocean in the foreground. I remember that day vividly.

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