I thought I was a sprinter
it turns out I'm an
endurance runner
that's how god dreamed me
burnt up
broken open
washed and died
shatter me
shatter me
so that I can drown
in the liquid gold
pouring
from pale pink
wounds
that never were
rising up
everything is new
and I know
nothing
joyful relief, it is
feeling
that heals, after all
we didn't know
we are innocent
there is really nothing there
and yet
here we are
swirling in twisted ecstasy
posing as grief
loss separation
and love
love
love
no choice but to be
lightning searches
relentlessly
for the ground
it'll find a way
we are the way
2 comments:
Oh Mary - this poem touches me so deeply.
"joyful relief, it is
feeling
that heals, after all"
Thank you, and amen
In this LOVE ~ miriam louisa
Miriam Louisa, thank you so much! I'm so glad you were touched by it. Thank you for visiting.
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