Folded into mercy like a glove Wrapped in arms of peace and full of light Pulled from bitter torment by your love. Held without disdain throughout the night Promised hope and beauty like the stars Broken vessels whole and set to rights. Biding through the storm with battle scars Firm
Heaven-like, stirring up Hope for the poor ones Hollowed out in their bones. Hear now the whispers Hushed in their compact silence Hungry to know the truth of it but Held tightly after all. postscript NaPo day five. Pleiades.
Nous chassons le ciel Poursuivons l'éternité Tout pour votre cœur T'es pour moi la première T'es ma fin, toi, avant tout. postscript NaPo day four. Tanka.
I wished to offer all I had for pain. To serve you is to suffer--I agree. This walking in a fog of fruitless gain Is ignorant and blissful--just like me. I'm driven in the force of cleansing rain And longing now to suffer and be free; In sorrow
Come heavily into my midst and in this sterile mind Come sort the folds and pocketbooks of all I left behind. It's all just so and sharp and cold and filled with corners. Here: Come douse the stacks of hardened facts and set fire to my fear. The