You Know As Well As I
You know as well as I. . . .
that when the air clears
and the morning is sharp. . . .
the night air brings
the sleep that rests. . .
when food again
pleases the appetite
needing palliative measures,
you will find
what is necessary to rise up
and go.
And know without question
upon Whom we live
and breathe and have our Being,
we will rise up and give thanks. . . .
because of All That We Are.
photo by John Holmes
2 responses to “You Know As Well As I. . . .”
This poem captures exactly where I was, what I understood, what I felt in that moment as I captured the sunset with my camera. Thank you for putting it in words.
John, the camera saw what your eyes saw. And it was with a broad brush you painted that sunset!