Old Woman of the Here

spent skin of a woman

sojourner of time

passing through land

skirt swinging saggy, a sign

sixty seconds step

sixty minutes lark

twenty-four hours wept

three hundred sixty-five of dark

hourglass of bones & blood

apron-clad keeper of sun

pages turned, ink gone, all mud

pilgrim of life on the run

lantern lights sways

her burdened eyes on horizon

she follows the rickety Way

looking far, deep, for flicker of Son

tick, tock, step, step

crunch of time gravel

under her feet, pounding in head

life’s steps, horror and marvel

~A.M. Pine 🌲♥️

Inspired by favorite poem here~

“Jerry and Jose,” she said softly, smiling at them, “And I’m Jill. Three J’s. We’ll be happy.”

And the twins, still most extraordinarily well behaved, smiled back at her. They liked the firm clasp of her hands, her even voice, her steady eyes. They knew instinctively that she would always be the same, not hugging them one moment and scolding them the next, and neither for any apparent reason, but reasonable and even-tempered and to be relied upon like the ground beneath their feet.

Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn, p. 88

How are you doing? What is on your mind and heart? ♥️ What’s bringing you joy? 🥹