Sunday, June 26, 2011

Basted with Love

You push and pull through the initial layers

The illness of your own body

The lightening of your soul soul to the truth of what is today

We expose our sides

our wounds in loss

Our new skin

We climb to overlook the new horizon

we balance on new found limbs

and sometimes we slip again, we fall

The valley appears so close again

but one hand remembers it is higher than it was

the last time this happened

Grief it tears and it is torn

Grief it reaches and falters

Grief it exists because of love in your heart

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