In these moments of waiting—
this simple wait—
from which I learn the voice of my soul,
secrets drip from my tongue,
reaching for my pain to lie
there
in surrender of this silence.
Swinging on this trapeze of unforgotten love,
I hope.
Hope.
hope in the abundance of laughter
hope in the renewal of rain
hope in the promise of this dream
In these moments of inhaled breath,
I beg for grace to reach down and cover
fill, even smother,
this jaded self
arms-knees-face-tongue.
And with this glimpse-
mirroring eternity-
my soul cries,
“take me with you—
in your naming, forget not me.”
-CHL
loved it...then and now.
ReplyDeletebeautiful :)
ReplyDeleteWow. Your words are powerful. You have such a way of seeing and feeling this life. I wish I could have been there to hear you read it.
ReplyDeleteClaire,
ReplyDeleteThat is just perfect. :) Sorry I had to just read it on your blog. How about an encore? :)
sb~*