Sunday, June 30, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #175


                                                                        IMAGE by Musin Yohan


THANK YOU, Tess, at  Magpie Tales...


LEAVING

I'm still toiling,
my foot rooted mulishly in life,
each moment a crawl,
earth a strict master.

A stage in the round
mirrors my starts and stops.
Can that be a city of light
shimmering up ahead?

Within my heart,
a table is set
with salt and sugar in silver.
A bowl full up
with my time appears.
My mother stirs the healing broth.

A wafer of my soul
drops into cupping hands,
my last breath becomes dew.
Let God drink of me.


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20 comments:

  1. what an interesting look at the end...your mother stirring the bowl...the table set within your heart...the close has an interesting mirror to communion...

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  2. Hi Brian-
    Thanks so much, you sure got some highlights..and yes, communion.

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  3. I was in tears before I even finished. This is one of your best, your most beautiful. *gasp*

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  4. Hi dori-
    Wow! Thank you! The beauty of the trip!

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  5. This is a very good drop indeed ! , so intuitive

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  6. Hi Kutamun-
    I always depend on intuition, #1for me...thanks so much...

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  7. Love the broth and cupped hands-
    Thanks for sharing-

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  8. This is rich, deep, dark, honest. Leaving ~~ never easy.

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  9. WoW! That is so profound, Lyn. A real heartfelt piece!

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  10. The starts and stops of the revolving stage that is life.

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  11. Hi izzy-
    Thanks so much for dropping by!

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  12. Hi Helen-
    Decided not to leave! Thanks so much...

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  13. Hi Helena-
    Thank you...this sort of existed, if you know what I mean!

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  14. Hi Little Nell-
    Yes, all the world's a stage! Thank you..

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  15. Hi Jerry-
    So glad you stopped by...thank you!

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  16. "A wafer of my soul
    drops into cupping hands,
    my last breath becomes dew.
    Let God drink of me."

    Wonderful beautiful words - as are all.
    Anna :o]

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  17. Hi hyperCRYPTICal-
    Thanks so much for your generous words!

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  18. Let god drink of me...remarkable end...lovely write...

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  19. Hi Tess-
    Thanks so much...I so appreciate all you do!

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