OK, so this is kind of depressing… wish I’d noticed it for one of my Lenten posts! It’s excellent poetry, doing a good job of expressing something.
So I’ll do a more upbeat one right away, to make up for it. They have to be separate posts, for the tagging.
No backtrack, old HanselAge is a wilderness where your skills and your dry wit seem not enough to find a path on pathless hills. Behind, you leave such fragile stuff– such a sparse trail of shining stones shown by time’s black birds to be bread for scavengers. And no blank bones mark where your unfleshed dreams lie dead. Nothingness is the harsh rebuff and age the wilderness where your will and withered wit seem not enough to find paths on this pathless hill.