Out of the depths I am
here now to tell of life and loss.
From the earth I came
walked the green fields
returned when my time had come.

I remember the swirl of life
light playing within myriad forms
spun in sensuous warp and weft
color woven into darkness
I, transfixed in the weave.

What might have been
had I courage, will, and love
enough to bear the world, wronged –
words of peace always on my lips
spoken with my dying breath?

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Portland, Oregon – All Hallows’ Eve – October 31, 2018

My photo is of a terracotta/ceramic sculptural piece I recently found in my front yard.  It was buried under an old fern at the base of a big tree.  I found it intact and no worse for living many years in the elements. I do not know who crafted it or how it came to be where I found it.

As to “De Profundis” please see Psalm 130 and a profound letter from Mr. Oscar Wilde.