In the wake
hollow space
where thoughts
stumble
backward
upon
themselves
a heavy wake
upon
a shore
time slips
like sand
underfoot
open
these
empty hands
wait for
something holy
for healing
pray that
beauty
will grow from aching
where thoughts
stumble
backward
upon
themselves
a heavy wake
upon
a shore
time slips
like sand
underfoot
open
these
empty hands
wait for
something holy
for healing
pray that
beauty
will grow from aching
posted by MB at 1:07 PM
16 Comments:
Amen
And it did.
But here's hoping the ache quiets down.
Why do I feel the weight of this, and the lightness of being after the waves recede?
The receptivity here is breath-taking. Out of the ache, beauty.
Beautiful
Bien que je comprenne mal la langue anglaise , j'adore ce poeme .
Je crois que c'est celui que je préfère de tous ceux que j'ai lu sur votre blog !
C'est un beau et grand poème , mais également une profonde expérience intérieure , mystique !
Un chef d'oeuvre !
so beautiful. thankyou - your words are far from stumbling!
Thank you, all.
Your words catch and hold me
This is another poem I want to carry with me in my heart and in my pocket - thank you
May your ache become beauty!
I never tire of coming here first thing in the morning and at the end of the evening to breathe your work. Simply beautiful.
Kd
Endment, thank you so much.
Kd, thank you for telling me that. I appreciate it very much.
MB,
...pray that
beauty
will grow from aching...
I think that, if you're disposed to pray, that's one of the most worthy things to pray for.
I liked the cadence on this one, the expanding and contracting of time between words. You do a lot with a few words.
thanks MB. I needed this. It's fab.
xx
I love, love, love this!
Simply profund!! Hope it does!
Thank you, everybody.
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