In Praise of the Meek

In Praise of the Meek

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

inherit what?


In Praise of the Meek

you can count me as a drift of sand

wind as  countenance 

silence as land

from where i go

to what i seek

that simple moment

when the meek sing in choral glee.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz

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DJ Thank You. I'm beginning to have a deep affection for all you wonderful souls.


Posted 6 Years Ago

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Lovely writing,emotive and encompassing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Three of you all in my favorite symphony, dancing with words, echoing into the souls of the universe. Thanks, thanks so much!


Posted 6 Years Ago

beautiful words, Al... to be one among many in that great choir...

Posted 6 Years Ago

The complete strength found in full surrender … zen:)

Posted 6 Years Ago

we are the meek...the poets, the poor ones with only words as possessions...and we do drift, and we do seek.

love the wording of this.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on May 15, 2015
Last Updated on May 15, 2015
Tags: meek, praise, sand, land


Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH

Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..


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