Balaam, from My Mother is an Old Elephant
Saturday, February 2, 2013 at 9:15AM
Peter Neary-Chaplin in Balaam, Poems, male spirituality, ministry of words, new writing, pause for thought, poetry, spiritual poems, spiritual poetry, thought for the day
I rest under no roof.
I am the dusty traveller,
the journey, the road,
the pothole and the hoof.
I am Balaam and the voice I hear
is my breathing creature
plodding on,
eating straw,
seeing angels.
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