All that lonely winter
I listened to Beethoven’s somber flute
circling my grief.
I’m so sorry you are gone,
and me without saying goodbye.
Every winter since
I listen to that spiraling song,
like a bird,
looking for a place to call home.
—Mary Elyn Bahlert, 2004
Published by Mary Elyn Bahlert
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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