Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Snippet

A Ritual To Read To Each Other

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

~William Stafford

there's more to this poem, but i didn't find it as good as this first stanza. i love the fourth line: "and following the wrong god home we may miss our star"...sometimes there are phrases or sentences that strike me as so poetic or beautiful--even if i don't fully comprehend what they mean--that i wish i could just write them all down in a little book that i would carry with me everywhere.

i don't want to miss my star

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