December 19, 2011

Piously We Produce

The Church in Auvers-sur-Oise,
View from the Chevet

Piously we produce our images of you
till they stand around you like a thousand walls.

And when our hearts would simply open,
our fervent hands hide you.

From The Book of Hours I, 4

1 comment:

  1. I think I just had an "Aha!" moment that relates to the "Women Going Blind" post.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!