Soaking in the Bread of Goodness
Bathing in the Birth of Wine
O how my soul tastes your life
Floating in the scars and pain
Hearing the cries of my spirit, moaning against the sun
My tears turn to blood, staining my face with the pain of tomorrow
There is no quick answer
There is no right answer
Everything I hear is nothing
No sound, no life
Suffering is my only cup
Drinking from its face
I kiss the marks laid out on my branches
Waiting for the bark to fall
But it is empty, no tear intact
My hold is loosening, my fingers are slipping
The soil on the ground is bare,
My face an echo
I weep into the circles of your path
Watching the light dance upon my tongue
My branches widened, curving upon the light, curving into your Grace
My face is perfect
Your eyes are the depth of my soul
I sink into the Blood Bath
Swallowing up your sacrifice
My body has died in there
Absorbing your wholeness in the depths
Your fullness feels right,
Your breath quickening my lungs
Breathe child, breathe into the air
How I am soaking in the Bread of Goodness
Bathing in the Birth of your Wine
O how my soul tastes your life,
Dripping and dripping and dripping.
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Strength
PuisiStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
