Letting Go

by

Mark Andrew Holmes


Walk into the cold but gentle rain

From the temple where you have lived so long.

Let the eagle roost upon your shoulder;

Let him cry raucously.

The rain will stop,

But soon it will begin again,

And perhaps this time it will come from some mild region—

Or maybe not;

Maybe it never will—

Who can read the mind of god?


© 2007 by Mark Andrew Holmes.



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