The Place


By Pavel Chichikov

No stone shall move

(How can this be?)

Till world's end comes

But who moves me?

All stay in place

Although they stretch

They do not move

But only reach

One foot stays

The other slides

Within the limits

Of my pride

But all shall rise

In air they run

World's end comes

For everyone

All shall rise

And leave the tether

Until they move

No more forever

Keep their places

That can move

Within the circuit

Of His love


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)

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