Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather

[This is what was bequeathed to us] Gregory Orr This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather