she digs wells

on the valley floor

for the journey

between mountains

drawing out the

lovely little things

for cascading hope

from familiar fingertips

transcending reason

and mending heart

as drops like gems

sparkle on a parched tongue

finely crafted

but filthy,

our soiled nature lies

on the ground, we lie

surrounded by a pool

of a garment’s truest tears

til we’re gathered up

and submerged

in depths of deepest red

scrubbed clean in an instant

as life-breath

gives lift and sets free,

like white flags to open sky

chemical subjugation

meditation

and dope

tribulation

medical sedation

to cope

stitched through the bloodline

is an heirloom of illumination

it’s scarlet thread giving rise

to deep literacy for generations

sending out ripples

that change the course of tides

where offspring become

fulfilled promises

of utterances made long ago

I see through you

because I traveled through you

you are a black hole personified

you hide with sucking gums of old age

behind the youthful blood of children

you live among the dead

pushing off the inevitable

with your expansion of lust

tearing down all those weakened

in the wake of your descent

no longer will I lick wounds in worship

but body and spirit will rise

in one accord

as tectonic shifts of alignment

unseen, but felt deeply beneath

I will set free the captives, robbed

and will make manifest

the restoration of this new day

strong hands lead me now

toward eyes of amber light

my gaze will never waver

your time is running out

dust of our soles gather

in reverent low places

to be swept

by brooms made of lashes

deep calls unto deep

where grieved and misfit

meet Weaver

threading golden glory

with ease

like medicinal manuka

through the eye of

His needle

thick belonging made known

with slow drips down mind

to roll off tongues in praise