Nov 24, 2009
Late Night Haiku XXXI
By Timothy R. Butler | Posted at 1:39:48
LXXXVII. Time is dripping slow,
Stalactite of memory,
Not there, but past then.
LXXXVIII. Memories of joy
Build upon the memories
Of sorrows now past.
LXXXIX. The past is the block,
Which with desire mortared,
Builds story and song.
What we are matters not;
What we do only little.
God sees commitment.
The monks chant their prayer
In communion, together,
With the whole body.
Nice haikus, my friends,
They are so interesting,
Reading them again.