Between the Sleeves (Poem)

I heard a voice between the sleeves,

Where coats and hats were hung;

I moved in close to hear the voice

And listened as it sung:

“The key is not the past, my friend;

The key is every breath;

The key is not the future, friend;

The key is every step.”

 

Returning to my desk, I smiled,

And then I filled my lungs;

A joy began to lift my heart

And this is what I sung:

“I know the key is not the past;

There’s peace in every step;

I know the key’s not yet to come;

There’s peace in every breath.”

 

by Harry Husbands

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