Sitting on my threshold
at twilight’s turning,
door open,
arms around my knees,
wind through the entryway
here
I know
this is what I want:
not to be good
but to be whole.
–Jan Richardson, Night Visions
Sitting on my threshold
at twilight’s turning,
door open,
arms around my knees,
wind through the entryway
here
I know
this is what I want:
not to be good
but to be whole.
–Jan Richardson, Night Visions