Knashing of Grief
And the world turned, the days became tears or was it fears?
Either way The heart was broken from the beginning.
All gods children,
Falling in all the love,
We could never deserve.
With our faces in their soft hands
On our knees in the dirt of our own broken becoming.
I can hear the fire, I can smell the flood, and yet sometimes I can see the light so clear it blinds me.
I’m dreaming all-one, okay And no body minded, the pain was part and parcel of the ride.
World without end
Impossibly sorry
Amen

















