Reconciliation

regret

The story deep in the marrow of my life betrays the simple touch of air to skin. Blood-spilt memories lay unheard, unknown but pulse with my breath and soul.

The stains of love and hate look the same in me and equally reflect the tragedy of my fears-

and I pray for reconciliation.

 

Photography courtesy of Ginny Hunt

Sick unto death

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It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry

tucked unfolded mostly

so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious.

No presence or joy

broken soul alone

though an open door of life nurtured love. 

No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly,

muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…

 

Photo by Steve Garrington

Easter

in-rain

Smooth and loose inviting touch

…soft puppy-belly-wrinkle-like

not morning’s bite so crisp or cool

but Friday peaceful inside-out.

The sigh, drawn breath… pain and all

embracing life most tender there.

A gaze embalms the heart to flesh,

enmeshed triune incarnate life

…soft puppy-belly-wrinkle-like

smooth and loose inviting touch.

 

Photography courtesy of Pat Cegan