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:
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...
Hi Brian-
Thanks so much, you sure got some highlights..and yes, communion.
I was in tears before I even finished. This is one of your best, your most beautiful. *gasp*
Hi dori-
Wow! Thank you! The beauty of the trip!
This is a very good drop indeed ! , so intuitive
Hi Kutamun-
I always depend on intuition, #1for me...thanks so much...
Love the broth and cupped hands-
Thanks for sharing-
This is rich, deep, dark, honest. Leaving ~~ never easy.
WoW! That is so profound, Lyn. A real heartfelt piece!
The starts and stops of the revolving stage that is life.
Wonderful!
Hi izzy-
Thanks so much for dropping by!
Hi Helen-
Decided not to leave! Thanks so much...
Hi Helena-
Thank you...this sort of existed, if you know what I mean!
Hi Little Nell-
Yes, all the world's a stage! Thank you..
Hi Jerry-
So glad you stopped by...thank you!
"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]
Hi hyperCRYPTICal-
Thanks so much for your generous words!
Let god drink of me...remarkable end...lovely write...
Hi Tess-
Thanks so much...I so appreciate all you do!
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