Final word count from last week was over 16,000, or about 32 pages. And the good news is that now I’m done.
Some reflections about the blog are still upcoming. I have a draft sketched out, but some serious revising is called for. Also, I’m still considering Christine’s Invitation to Poetry this week. We’ll see.
So, until then, here’s a poem about truth, which is almost always appropriate.
Truth
truth
words that strip bare
my heart, my soul
full of fear and doubt
fear of how my
weakness will be met
doubt that I can ever be
whole or strong
truth
words that rattle in my mind
challenging how I know my world,
my self
seeking out the fire
in my bones
sounding out the skeleton
that compels me to act
truth
words I let fall reluctantly
words of pain and fear
words of joy and hope
words grounded somewhere else
words that must be spoken
passing between
you and I

Written 12/5/07

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