i.
Holy One,
fashion me like clay…
into
a wild
fleshing out of You,
in this place.
As one who serves
& protects & nurtures all…
but especially the most vulnerable.
So be it!
ii.
Holy One,
teach me to
marvel
at the Beauty,
every
day.
iii.
As a child
angels
whispered wonderful things
into my ears as I slept:
when you seek…you
will find…when you seek…outside
your are just dreaming…when you seek inside…
you Awaken…as a rose in bloom.
iv.
When I was a boy
I was called
Clinical
(all) because I used to
smile when I said that
God
told me he had 8 billion
names in the world
& I only know a few.
v.
Poets are like monks,
Words their meditation
& prayer.
one word can make a
heart
break
one word can make a
heart
bloom.
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