Tuesday, November 01, 2011

all saints sonnet

there is no place where I walk
where someone has not walked
no conversation I might have
that’s not already talked

what is new in my big world
is mostly new to me
that those who have come before
have kindly let me see

as if it were the first time
and then underneath the new
a sacred sense a heart shine
a thin place with a view

all the saints now come and gone
remind me I am not alone



Glynn said...

We walk well-trod paths. Good poem, Milton.

Anonymous said...

good words