this cool breeze reaches me through crAcked

this window, freshly filled

my lungs, with oxgyen-laden

truths. my ears taste

tiny drops of rain — so many

millions hit smooth decking at

Once: jUmp,

lay still.

my senses are soothed, surrounded

by the joining of guitar chords dancing

heart-to-mind-to-fingers and the sound of

rain-drip-dropping, pat-a-rat-tatting, sky

rushing grey, rolling clouds; the breeze

follows me, filling the vacuum left

by my leaving, slowly waving

branchedly knobbled arms

goodbye ~

somehow knowing

i cannot

stay.

~*~**~*~

God plants raindrops for me whenever I leave

a place, and one day

wild roses will rise, full of

color and life, and someone

else will enjoy

the smiling face of the sun, sharing a

hope in which I have(Here)

no deep-seated belief.

While I (irrevocably, irretreivably Here),

solidly set upon this aching earth(for what

i hardly yet know),

I often embrace this darkened sky’s tears,

clouds veiling its face from cruelty,

from injustice: the lack-of-love this world

exudes. And yet

I dance also, dance among

drops of an annointing I have a whole Life yet

to understand in full.

)Grace and life are just around the corner, always,

in our pockets, in the eyes of the homeless,

the abused, the lost and weary — if we could just

See the chemical change from death to life

occuring all around us

in every heart,

it would begin in our own…(

~*~**~*~

crAcked, they call me.

i feel Open, Open to join this wind, covering

the sky’s scarred face

from further marring.

my love rests with the heart of this sorrowing sky; vast

compassion, she Understands, waits on the workings of

Salvation (which we insist

is already here, Universal.)Not true! Redemption is so

personal, so

unique and ‘lone– gloriously so– and yet

Here i find the universe

is honest enough to Mourn

for the Broken. . .

{They Shall Be Comforted.}

 

c. Mary Kathryn Gough

11/03/05 12.01 pm

3/30/06 11.32 am London

5.13.06 6.36 pm London