the skies, now silent and spent
review their own sorry past
for all hope has fled
replaced by the wordless song
of a dead friend
This poem originally published on www.robslitbits.com
Painting by Wayne Haag
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Robert Alan Rife
Robert Rife, M.A., minister of worship and music for Yakima Covenant Church (formerly Westminster Presbyterian) in Yakima, Washington, is a self-proclaimed book-nerd-word-herder, multi-instrumentalist (including Highland Bagpipes!), singer-songwriter, studio musician, choral director, poet, and liturgist. He maintains two personal blogs: Innerwoven and Robslitbits. He also blogs at Conversations Journal. Robert describes his vocation as exploring those places where life, liturgy, theology, and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation.
Latest posts by Robert Alan Rife (see all)
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