From birth
We are displaced,
On rocky paths,
Seeking asylum
In melancholy landscapes,
Giving up on innocence
And on our thrones;
Our arms are full of myrrh
As we move forward
Into
This poem was inspired by the ReadWritePoem picture/prompt. I don't know why it made me think of the flight into Egypt; perhaps it was the season or the homily I heard on Sunday, but here you have it.
