Unknowing Poem by Steven Federle

Unknowing



Dry October hills -
life fulfilled.
and dying.

See how the ridge
cuts the sunset,
draws a thin edge
of blood.

In the valley of man
red lights throb.
Leaves fall,
unknowing.

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'The most excellent way of contemplation is to ascend by unknowing…as Moses was led into darkness.' Thomas Merton
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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