Friday 12 April 2013

Intimacy For The Broken

I come from a place
Of apparent strength

They do not know

How much I belong here
Broken seeking mending
For the umpteenth time

Tools to help us cope
With this unrelenting

By One from whom
We seek escape
And yet desire

Love has wounded us

We have allowed
The wound to bleed
A prayer for intimacy

The brave full-throated
Cry for more is signed
With scant regard for safety

A bony ageing hand
Goes up to clasp
The throat that gasps
Our free and petrified assent

Astonished eyes behold
What Love has bade us
Yet to climb 

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