One Day

I will be ready for that voice and the still silence in which it arrives

This poem was written many years ago, and over those years, I have always been pleasantly surprised, both by its simplicity and the way it continues to represent the simplest possible gift at the heart of any legacy I might leave, most especially the line - ‘And the words I have sung are being sung by the ones I would want.’ In laying out the book, Stil…