There is grace
in the curling blue
a downy soft landing
for the shattered tenacity of breath
infinite dust
returns to dust
and yet
prism light scatters
a mosaic of essence true.
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4 responses to “A wander of a poem…”
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I love “curling blue” and “shattered tenacity” – mmm….
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‘Shattered tenacity’ really spoke to me too.
It made me think of us, living on the edge of the Spirit world, not quite in, not quite of, betrayed by flesh that fails us in our health, and how we keep fighting for the edge without falling over…
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essence true
I’m liking the paradox of that; I mean, it suggests that perhaps essence isn’t always true, yet isn’t that the meaning of essence? 🙂
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LL~That you pulled that out makes me glow–I think it was the crux of the poem for me. I’ve been thinking long about your post on symmetry on Love Notes to Yahweh….I’ve just been thinking about that paradox a lot lately….that push-pull of faith and pursuit of truth. This poem was my desperate attempt to get from head to paper that thought process. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that pull to scribble. It was like a comforting shawl wrapped about me.
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Tell me what's on your heart~