stone cold heart
hard-pressed
tomb-still
i stand here
knowing only
that they killed you
then stole my chance
to wrap you
in the sweetness
you deserve
a gardener's voice
breaks into the emptiness
i hear my answer
from across a thousand miles
of loneliness
mary
he says
mary
my dead heart
startles
and chokes
awake
this vacant place
that was my chest
rushes warmth
mary
a creator's power
invoking life
where there had been none
mary
and i knew you
i knew you
by the way
you said
my name
6 comments:
thank you, lisa...
I was considering poetry, just this Easter morning...and you wrote my words...some words, our words, the day's words...
I am thinking of you as you travel...and rest in thoughts of the resurrection...
love you,
dana
so beautiful, thank you. so excited for a sweet reunion for your family
beautiful mama.
beautiful.
great poem
So beautiful, Lisa. Thank you.
Is this what you were thoughtfully scribbling with the pen I loaned you? At least, that's what I imagined as I watched you... xox
~Maureen
Thanks for the pen, Maureen. You're right that this is what I was scribbling down with it :-) xx
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