The Gravedigger's Song
Once, in a silk cocoon,
I dreamed the dream of light-winged flight
but when the soft cell tore, I fellthrough the clouds,
away from the sky
to earth,my only voice, the gravedigger's song,
atavistic rhythms of
cold steel against dirt,
sending prayers upto the black sky
to the scattered stars
to the heavens
to God.
Though I Walk
Though I walk through shadowed trails,
I do not fear the shrouded vales.
Dawn spreads out her rosy fingers,
morning comes and softly lingers.
I look up and my heart takes flight
for even shadows are born of light.
