Saturday, June 8, 2019

Manifestations

Barrel chested hollow
only aged bourbon can fill
Blackberry scratches
wincing when washed
Lead marrow limbs 
that rest like bricks
Sorrow, the glue that sticks
heartache memories together 


Shaped by
warmth
landscape
wind
and change
We are but clouds
manifestations 
of condensed water vapor 
floating in the atmosphere 
As far as the eye
As high as the mind
As full as the heart


This 
body
is my body 
My body 
is God’s body
God’s body 
is my body
Delicate and strong
This
 is God’s body
As long as I treat it that way

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