• Marcel Wormsley

Teach me…

Teach me...

Teach me Stillness. Teach me Primordial hope. Teach me blindness So that wayward eyes Pierce the shrouds Of everything that Endures. Teach My breath to become As a wave turned Upon itself as It seeks confirmation Through threshold seeking Tones of nascent glass. Teach this light to Speak the language of The wayfarer’s lament. Digest its symbolism And learn its journey Through each new Shade of meaning. Teach the night To believe again.

Art: “Moonlight, 1887” Albert Pinkham Ryder

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