Bear
with me awhile as I weep inside me
Still
I only tell what is told in me –
Straight
as a comet’s trail the fiery lines
Falling
as a shooting star the piercing darts:
Lines
of life drawn from a womb in the sky
I
saw them, from the under-pillared land –
How
that they met – those jasper threads
Falling,
lit, out the silk-rock transparent sky
That
came – deep calling unto deep in me
Lines
that are hid from the cleverness of men
Kept
secure from our own self-centred grip
Out
of reach of our self-serving limpet mind
Lest
we stick further hard into our fast ways
And
think we can know by our own means.
Am
I bitter? No. I merely grieve.....
Grieve
for those who should have been
My
siblings but are now my enemies
Those
standing proud on their high places
Reaching
to what they think the sun above
Lording
it over one another, setting their sights
To
the praise of the throng – and seeking honour
From
them that can never truly give it.
Am
I bitter? No... I think I merely grieve.....
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