Thursday, November 20, 2014

A Stark Introspection

The tide that has washed my life
     these past few months
Leaving the inlets of my world

No longer the submerged desires
     of what I hope fore
But rather the sharp outlines
     of what truly is.

Why is it that this rhythmic flow
Certain as the moon
     which grows and withers
     just to find itself reborn
Leaves me feeling unmoored?

Am I not tethered
     to the gravity of earth
Beckoned into motion
     by the movement of the sky

Washed and uncovered,
Cleansed and laid bare
I too find myself
     clothed in resurrection life?

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