Daily Signet

Sometimes it takes the voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Now, now, now.
And in the wilderness, the altar—often between a rock and a hard place,
sometimes between a tiger and a dragon.
And in the wilderness, the alchemical alembic
where to pray is to become prayer inacted,
when one’s very next breath
is both the answered prayer and grace enough,
and from honeyed lips, we speak the very boon we seek.                   

Teri Martin