Letting Go

by

Mark Andrew Holmes

Walk into the cold but gentle rain,

From the temple where you have lived so long.

Let the eagle roost upon your shoulder;

Let him cry raucously.

The rain will stop,

But soon it will begin again,

And perhaps this time it will be mild—

Or maybe it never will—who can read the mind of god?

© 2008 by Mark Andrew Holmes.

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