Four Meditations

“For conversion, there must be a mysterious leap of love.” ~ Susan Howe

4

I must have been ready, for the future rushed at me with the force of a great love. What it had put off for so long now returned night after night: standing beneath my window, it plucked the notes of a serenade on its cardboard guitar. It showed its face full in the lamplight; it opened its mouth and sang, not caring who saw or heard.

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