:Scarred Sky Weeping:

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

cummings on love

this is one of my favorite poems about love. there are more,
but this one always comes to mind, and it makes me happy.
last thursday was our wedding anniversary, and it has been a
beautiful and cherishing one, so i wanted to dedicate this
post to tim. 🙂

all my heart & love to the best husband there ever was! xxx

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love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

~ e.e. cummings
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