isn’t it funny

isn’t it funny
the way it is that
embracing wholeness begins with letting go
darkness unveils hidden light
and spaciousness enfolds
 
isn’t it funny
the way that swaddling becomes burial shroud
and unraveling discloses form
the ways we get entangled in the shreds
 
isn’t it funny
the way forgiveness leads to
freedom to love
when we think it is heading
to consent to harm
the way [...]

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unswaddled

i chase these dangling threads
certain
that if i don’t retrieve them all
and tie them back in place
it will come unraveled.
at times it seems as if this whirling wind
is ripping it to shreds
beneath my clutch
the edge is tattered, torn
but what i cannot see is that
the rent is opening
unbinding this too heavy cloak
that i no longer need
and weaving me [...]

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christ child

oh Love
blessed, tender, vulnerable
creature that you are
embedded as you are within this fragile flesh
i feel your stirrings as you waken from your slumber
long before your cries do beckon me
the swelling in my breast
beseeches me to heed your call
to gather up your flailing limbs
to soothe your distress with a song
to draw you close
and let my liquid [...]

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solstice song

my soul
as evening drapes
in folds of dusky lilac
o’er the grey
so do i into th’unfolding
welcome of your hush
as i fall into this silence
you open out your dark embrace
enfolding me
and blanketing my heart
until at last
i find that i can breathe

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