417There's a tapestry
of conversations
one on one,
in a classroom,
with friends
and strangers
Physical encounters
that create
music and poetry
for the inspiration,
the inspired
and for listener
connections
Talk on line,
planned and impromptu;
by the firelight,
on a porch,
at a table,
on the street,
in passing,
light or perplexing
over the years,
in passing,
remembered or forgotten:
Stepping stones
and threads
that create
our human experience
on the road to Damascus,
into a darkness
or in wonder
of a blinding light.
Consider this,
and Amen.
2012
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