it lets go of visual comfort;
returning us, to when we were little enough
to sip the Sun
in clouds
.Clouds: (not misunderstand these beauties) even when scarred with dusk:
Clouds that are moon-drunk or
burnt
with night
oh bruised by dawn
& pregnant with Delivery: read Redemption
🌱
a River racing us back to Yeshu Friend of Sinners, (kissed by 4Opieces of silver: trading, weaving, grafting our Destinies together), here
am offered a Cup that drinks
my wilderness:
Here I am
Held by What never lets go
till I
hold on.
…
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