**some Secrets Of This Life Comments

In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise the breeze silent like it is asleep like the hush in a toddler’s cradle quiet is the approaching afternoon in dwindling faith you return after the walk in long broken path where women have wept silent tears children have carried broken homes the servants have laid their backs to rest and the kings have put their sword down with faith in one fist and peace in another you knock on my open door I will fill oh! Beloved I will fill your cup With old wine from the brown cask Faith and peace you give me as alms I sit at your calloused brown feet Tell me some secrets of this life