February 10 (THE FERO REPORT)

The world means little to nothing without the relations we carry on between one another and our teachers. In a world where the most accepted, and honest, response might be I don’t know, here is a poem titled “Mysteries” by Dennis Sampson.

In the evening when the geese fly, when the streetlights come on, there whispers

an ancient breeze–a worn creed. It is the mystery of a dogwood tree

just out of the reach of reason to someone accustomed

to the logic of a life. It is what hangs in the balance

during that first hour of the night when silence blackens all

of Galilee. Gone, as it is suddenly received.

 

Like you I move in a dream.

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From: Within the Shadow of a Man, Dennis Sampson

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