Carrying the garbage out at midnight— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Small candles are we
small votive offerings against the implacable night
and, if we are alone,
our flame illuminates nothing
but that which is death
for this world, and the things in it,
is made of death
and it waits for us
as we burn
with infinite patience
but, where we’ve come together,
we storm against the shadows
and in our burning
give our small light
for love
and how we burn
and what we give
against the night
is all
we are.
gallagher
24 september 85
Archive for the ‘1985’ Category
1985-09-24
Tuesday, September 24th, 19851985-10-14
Monday, October 14th, 1985Monday mornings can get so hard— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
crushed by my weekend dreams
visions of my family and passing time
of God and this impermanent dust we are.
The wind blows on a crisp October morning.
The moving trees and dry leaves
remind me so deeply
of when I saw these things
young and simple.
Christianity unraveling
on the pages I read
while I wait for the adventure
I’ve always longed for.
gallagher
14 oct 85
1985-10-18 Premonition I
Friday, October 18th, 1985Premonition I— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Lise said the other night
that she wasn’t sure why
but she wanted commitment
and it didn’t really matter
if she could explain it
or not.
And tonight when
that gripping aloneness swallowed me
I remembered stories of singles
at Christmas time
and I could feel the truth
in her words.
gallagher
18 Oct 85