The briefest glance
1 min readJul 9, 2019
Words should touch the page only briefly.
Like shadows passing a quickening moon
Or a visiting priest taking his only mass.
Just a glancing kiss from spirit.
Rumi said to get his while they are still hot.
For like bread, in a moment, they are cold then gone.
True words arise from the depths, out of a forgotten void
And no one sees them coming, these visitors from home.
They bear the gifts of the great silence
And a recognition that beckons and trawls our memory.
If you are still a lover, you know exactly what I mean.
