turn me back to where there is no spoken word among the stars: but they stare down from Your eyes*
its hard to look at You from my leperouz earth**,
but pl cut away the rot in the flesh of my global scream to erase You,
Breathe into this bruise that binds me in Your Vine. I am that same ball of mud&mist called Earth You once spoke into. Speak into me, again ***
- new wineskins
…in this Eden-Rock broke- broke broken. Here a Gardener cut His Son, to slake my wound
in Your Tree. You – crushed as grape, smashing hell, perennial jars of healing cellars – breaking Light as Dawn, Dayspring! You,
quenching me with Restoration @ Resurrection.
🎲
You, rolled like golgotha dice – You, rolled my grave away, casting me into You.
I, unfit to touch the sole of You** – You touching the soul of me,
“…follow, follow Me...” o’er & o’er You say like an Eden emptied ~ a forgotten House.
Turn me back to where there is no spoken word, but they stare down from Your eyes like stars in my yards
of deliverance.
Impressions from
*PSALMS Chapter 19.
**GOSPEL OF MARK, CHAPTER 1
***GENESIS Chapters 1,2
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