the promise

By Judith Hamilton

 

events spun a fast cocoon about her

hamstrung she hobbled through dark

days scaling down to still: the zero hour before the air

lift to the sun

 

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From Judith Hamilton’s Rain Carvers, p. 24

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Judith Hamilton, Kwan Yin, and Compassion

Sometimes, chance meetings don’t feel so much like chance. Nearly twenty years ago I was in England to do research for my history dissertation when a whole new aspect of my spiritual life opened.

I was staying in a Quaker Hostel in London, spending my days poring over 400 year old books and spending my [...]