Ceramics
Marianne Oberg
The Formal Feeling She called it the formal feeling For me it has no name For us both it is a healing Coming after pain. She is gone now Her fear has ceased Her pain is over She is at peace. I am holding that feeling Fragment though it be Filled with a sense of yearning And a desire to really see. The crucifix in the garden The birds tapping on the lawn The silent trees in the morning The coolness of the dawn. The day lies before me The shadow dwells inside The nameless feeling leaves me And I wonder why I hide.