Postlude to Mourning Serendip

At dawn, heaven breathes
over the earth, we are home
in soft grey light, lost
in waves of stillness
catching, throwing, returning
us to seas of love

Roy Herndon Smith: Mourning Serendip: Part I–Mourning Serendip: Chapter 1– Mourning

For me, love of religion was first love
of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka). I moved there
when I was nine, and lived there for two years
with my mother and diplomat father.

Roy Herndon Smith: Mourning Serendip: Prelude

This post introduces a book I am writing, Mourning Serendip. I will be posing chapters of this book as I am writing it. 

Below is an excerpt:

this book is about
religion, which means
it’s about what is
going down here, now
between you and me
which means “about” is
misleading, a lie
we are never “out”
of religion as
existence coming
together to form
itself as a whole
through us, in us, as
us, as not us, as