Chair After Edward Hopper A chair to sit quiet in the sun There to close the eyes without fear, There to feel the softest breeze Like a first hint of goodness. Where rests the greater suffering? Is it not found in the cure Rather than in the illness? So we choose continuance Rather than repair. So find me this lost anchorage, A place to heal gently in the sun, There to attend my thoughts without pain, There the mountains pure on the horizon Their cool clear breath on my skin Like the first gift of health.

Two Towns Past Sacred Heart © 1997 by Eric Green
Published by Doctor True House Press
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