Filed under: — Bravus @ 6:37 am

A life, a mind, like vellum
Too precious to discard
And so, instead, it’s scraped
Bleached a little by the sun
Then over-written with new words
A prayer, a sacred parable
A recipe, experiment or just
Something to be remembered
But no scrape, no sun
Erases every trace of life
Old stories bleeding through
Enrich and intertwine
So that this morning’s recipe
Or shopping list
Partakes of the divine