Every life is a forest.
\nDense in places.
\nOpen spots.
\nSunlight falling through a canopy.
\nTasks, people,
\nchildren never growing old,
\nvoices filling the silence
\ninside ourselves.
\nHow many pages fill a life?<\/p>\n
The story of life is immense.
\nTo write down a day
\ncould take a year.
\nA life runs so hot,
\nmoves so fast.
\nArchipelagoes are formed and flooded,
\nsunsets fall at different sites.
\nThe synopsis of dreams
\nis bigger than the book.
\nWhat has God wrought in us,
\nbut itself.<\/p>\n
Biography is a drop in the sea.
\nSky, flying off the horizon.
\nAn orchard that covers earth.
\nNot a grain of sand is wasted.
\nNeeded to create beaches
\nto leave our footprints,
\nwhere they can be found
\nand pulled back from death.
\nNever quite a story that can end,
\nwith so many plots
\nto be continued.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every life is a forest. Dense in places. Open spots. Sunlight falling through a canopy. Tasks, people, children never growing old, voices filling the silence…<\/p>\n