Ode to Pater Ervin

To awake and touch with sleepy eyes
the dawns first glow in a time yet still,
While craddled walls bend near to hear
the whisper of my breath.
A womb of love embraces me
and leads me to this hearth,
when silent words exchange in kind
on journeys never end.

Cort Vallis, in transit 09.09.2003 Lazarea, Romania