Thursday, March 20, 2014

Beaten

Carefully beaten

unable to understand
the plethora of feeling

the death of she who seemed most me
so slowly all the happenings
undetected with the eyes
my cells aching all the while

A moment of mercy
opens the grandness of humility
a peace at odds with all my old
floods hope into my soul

heart on my knees
arms extend
hands open & breath fills me
your grace and all its abounding 

the tear that fell
held selfish strain
death of her
unthinkable gain

you my home
come again, come again

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