undying love 😉
What does it take, I think, to have faith in things beyond the ordinary?
Age? Childlike wonder?
Is it right to cling so fiercely to the world?
As they absorb my solitude, the silence of the hills
and the drifting indifference of the clouds,
I think of disappearances,
the ones that surprise us and those that don’t.
I realize that no one is truly ever gone.
All voices are heard in a river’s murmuring.’
It is early 1993 and the village has a mixed population
of two-thirds Muslims and one third Catholics.