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Lesley-Anne Evans

POET + COMMUNITY ARTIST

creator | facilitator | soul friend

Lament of Water

Snow again this morning
after several days
of deep freeze. Slow flakes
freed from sky
lay themselves
at earth’s feet.
So much emptying.

I would love to live like a river flows…

This time of year the creek
is crusted, flow invisible
to passersby and their dogs,
but I have heard her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up,
downed trees, carcasses
of animals; the elders,
weak, and dying.

…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. 

I sit in my windowed room
while the sun peels back morning,
each snowflake whispers earth
as in heaven. Each day
and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive
what I do not know
I need.  Such gifts
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD, 

I would love to live…

Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem 

Website design and marketing by Rochelle Heinrichs
Portraits of the poet by Giovanni Vidotto, Gioklik Studios,
 Wendy McAlpine, and Claire C. Evans.
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