for hours i stand here
welcoming the enormous ceremonies
they travel slowly towards me
with mouthfuls of stones i meditate
their language softly lamps my eyes
i ask for relief
for the cloud-cloths to replace my skin
without shyness my body curls
ivies now take over my legs
i have found myself
leaning on hillsides rewriting this prayer
where God stumbles upon me shouting instructions
for I have visited this world too many times
breathing the barbed-wire swamps
where afternoons fear to dusk
rising out of rough weeds i write now
with energy i write now
i write with the explicable faith made of grass
Mari–every word of this is perfection! The fourth stanza and the last–my God, woman, they have me reeling with their raw truth.
Susan, thank you. My shadow caused me to unveil a bit beyond the concrete : )
….and I can connect with your soul. In rich colours, you provide shelter to words of life and universe. You are so beautiful, Mari. So beautiful, your words are.
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I giggle seriously as I type these words, these words who indeed can be pretty at times.
Your follow is a glorious one Pawan. Good morning to you . . .
Wonderful words and I really like the photo. hugs, Barbara
Barbara, thank you hon : )
Afternoons fear to dusk. Beautiful!
A sense of relief indeed, thank you David.
A work of art ~ purely!! Adore this, all of it. xo
Glad it touched you, merci my friend!
“where afternoons fear to dusk…” – ok…maybe my favorite by a tiny amount
awe, thank you sweetie : )
yes, awesome photo! and the sentiment ….it forces me to push up through the earth
You do push – frontal force ; )
Thank you . .
I love the fevered conviction of the last stanza! You certainly do write and with such power…
Holly darling, thank you so much : )
I’m not someone who generally or readily understands what faith “is”, but if I had any, this would be a nice way to have it. Well said.
Seb, thank you. This means so much ; )
great piece here mari. leaning on hillsides re-writing the prayer is a really cool line:)
Thank you Don