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The apple of my eye
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We must
Fight sin
Don’t let it
Seep in
In the same way
We fight
Tooth decay
Cleaning and scrubbing
Night and day
Scraping and chipping
It all away
Yet we must eat
Something sweet
Each day
Tender mercies
Sweet and low
Eternally bearing Fruit
No ordinary love
Faith will grow
Trust. Follow. You.
“ONLY LOVE IS REAL” – Markéta Irglová – Show Jana Krause
Parle Amour, Mon Protégé
Mother hen, sibling, friend
Her eyes light up each morning
at little mouths yawning
They look for her, seek her out
She dries their tears, wipes their mouth
A tender big heart resides in slender body
Delights in her sister’s song
Her brother’s clumsy sentence long
Never alone, day or night
They all fill up the pew
They wrestle and yell, argue and fight
Longing as soon one departs the room
Their blood lines run deep, our kinship are few
Big brothers and lovers are all I knew
I myself, born too late
Still such love I can relate
Kindred spirit born anew.
Dis-array
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dark matter gravitates
Towards our centre
Words swirl in disarray
Endlessly meditate
Fullness of weight
She doesn’t need you
He doesn’t want to see you
She doesn’t care
He has no time to spare
She has other friends
He says you’re full on
She thinks you’re just wrong
His other lover returned
Words heard but spurned
Silence consumes like a black hole.
Explode.
Then stars are flung endlessly
Like the force of creation
At the sound of those words
I care
You are there.
Pre-loved. Re-purposed.
Fleeting, fragile / Hand made clay / vessel overflowing / temporal decay
I’ve laid bare all the fault lines
The cracks in the glaze
Dents of time, shards re-assembled
Re-fired, hand painted and saved.
From far away each seems whole
The fault lines form
An intricate filagree pattern
As if from an Artists’ hand.
Closer seen weakness revealed
No longer a pedastal piece in museum
A working vessel, much used and loved
Content seeps out slowly, replenished from above.
Raku pottery image source
We are often asked if we can refire a broken pot or a statue and make it “perfect” again. A potter simply cannot refire a pot and make it whole again. (Source)
Alive
“I like birthdays. I like them more for other people, but I’m glad we celebrate them. At the heart of it is the opportunity to tell someone “I’m glad that you were born,” which is also to say “I’m glad that you’re alive.” Those are powerful statements. The world would be a different place if we lived that way, if we said and expressed these things, more than once a year.”
– jamie tworkowski If You Feel Too Much (TWLOHA)
Grafted
Ever since our lives entwined / Grafted to the noble vine / Wondered whether we’d survive / The peeling bark of time
One
It’s easy for the enemy
to strike at the heart of me
when I wear it on my sleeve
So rather than hiding it
I cover with
amour mesh of steel
righteousness, no do-good
but right feelings, intentions
thoughts, beliefs.
Devotions to
One
One-self
One-another
Nothing else matters
Contentment
Quote from Dubliners by James Joyce in “Two Gallants”
“He thought how pleasant it would be to have a warm fire to sit by and a good dinner to sit down to. He had walked the streets long enough with friends and with girls. He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.
Experience had embittered his heart against the world.
But all hope had not left him. He felt better after having eaten than he had felt before, less weary of his life, less vanquished in spirit.”
Count the stars of heaven 