Desperately Seeking...
...words to read at a memorial gathering for a writer, many writers present, not that that matters.
I am favoring Theodore Roethke, an excerpt from "The Lost Son" -- now I have to track down the entire poem:
"Light traveled over the wide field:
Stayed.
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone.
Throught the clear air, in the silence.
Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive.
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
