Tag: prayer
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beloved,
beloved, i cannot swear allegiance to your god. if it is he who is to be the face of the beloved then i am truly lost – but goddess help me i have felt the ocean in my bones, burned with the fire of a thousand petty suns longing for a god made manifest. and…
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supplicant
let my hands learn to pray finger tips and palm skin to warm pulse skin, let them learn postures of love in this world. hands that grasp and lift and shape matter, let them carpal metacarpal phalanges learn to speak only love. let my work in the world speak my love.
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threadbare
if i am to be your prayer flag, cloth blown to the sky in air thinner than thought then let my making be true. let the hands that make this cloth spin this thread know the taste of soil and sun and big season rain in this cotton, let the making of my life the…
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night spinning
i say the stars you left in my sky every name for your being forming new on my lips. there is no moon to witness this prayer of wheel and heart and hands, but moths come giddy on soft wings whispering your name to the night.
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learning to pray
there are days i cannot breathe as the air has shaped itself to your name yet my lips are too afraid to speak you.
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thirteen ways of seeing skin
1. epidermis dermis corium integument thin layer of tissue forming a natural outer covering skin 2. look – i had chicken pox as a child sat the long morning on the broad window sill reeking of calamine, the garden gushing silently through old glass. 3. when i drive this road see the lines we have…