Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Gust of One Phone Call

This long dark season
of everything
stripped to nothing
began so sudden,
with the gust of
one phone call,
then never left.
The only miracle here
is waiting
to see
how much night a day
can hold
and still be called

~ M. Buchanan,
Spiritual Rhythm

1 comment:

Suzanne Colwell said...

Wow. This leaves me wanting to say something and yet there are no words.

This too, was my life...different from yours, but with loss at the epicenter of my world.

Wow. This will stick with me for the days to come as I approach what would be my Angel's 10th Birthday.