Sunday, July 08, 2018
Penney Evans––"My days are filled" (poem)
My days are filled with chatter
Words seeking something beyond
the reach of words.
Something like an echo,
a whisper, a reverberation.
Vague hints from some god
who may listen but certainly
doesn’t speak.
Some god disguised
in my own heart.
I know it’s me
talking to myself,
trying to turn
toward stillness –
looking for the one sacred gem
buried in the silt
of dailiness.
Penney Evans
(picture from internet)
(picture from internet)
