Shallow Dark

In the shallow dark,

Confessing emptiness, 

To the emptiness.

Afraid,That my life has meaning;

For then my sins,

Have meaning.

My good,

Has meaning, and who,

Carrying the weight,

Of a significant life,

Wouldn't rather choose,

The stillness of a tree,

Surrendered perfectly,

to life's slow law?


~Martin Williams~