Sky bent,
Like Gulls,
But possessing no wings,
I walk the sidewalk,
Discontent,
My head tilted toward sky-things.
But the earth only holds
My indifferent feet.
My soul inside
Must struggle and beat
'Til it's out and up,
Up through the trees.
Up, up, up, with
The singing breeze.
'Til it's mingled with clouds
And birds and mist.
Oh, my soul's a searching,
Insatiable thing.
It is well that I am earthbound
And lacking wings.
Else the unending sky
Would never be high
Enough to try my wings.
Ruth Ruddy Shurilla
poet • artist • singer
best mother-in-law ever
no longer earthbound
no longer earthbound
August 4, 1920 - September 15, 2010
We love you and will miss you so much
until we meet again.
Love,
I love that first picture Kathy. My sincere condolences to you and Larry. Ruth was a very special person. Love, Barb
ReplyDeleteI love grandma Ruth. :)
ReplyDeleteSeems like the word "Amen" should be in there somewhere . .
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