I have paced myself with the paces of
exuberance
and littered the floor with scrumpled-up
papers.
I’ve peeled myself like a ripe fruit
and shared the segments, squeezed out juices.
Of grace, I have wondered upon
and peered between the slats of your
kingdom,
but you have been to me closer than
what is cherished as close
and have shown me the kingdom within.
You have handed me brushes, and a
palette of colours,
You have reached out to take my hand
and kept my hand in your hand.
You are not in a hurry
and wait to hear my voice as it stumbles
in wave upon wave on the tide of your
shores.
You have handed me a pen, and some paper
on a table
and you have shown me the garden, on the
edge of attention.
We have breathed the same breath, under
the pre-dawn light
and thought the same thoughts, trembling
on what begins.
There are times when your face alone is
enough for my heart,
because the words have lain down, and
gone into hibernation.
And when this comes, I mustn’t fight it,
but take it instead
as the most intimate of invitations.
I feel the turning of what must be borne,
as it grows and lurches deep down
And finds its first breath when we least
expect it,
howling to come out and make itself
known.
So untidy, we are not made for
perfection,
but find our truest expression when we
run into ourselves,
to find the Son there is rising.
Jenneth Graser
Photography Johannes Plenio Pexels
Oh you describe it perfectly. Thank you Jenneth! xx
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my friend! Blessings! xx
DeleteLovely. Thank you.
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