Sister

I feel the burn deep in my chest
Each time I see your face
That look of indignation full
Of anger, hurt and shame
But tell me sister what was done
That caused you so much pain?
The burden lies so heavily
Upon my restless brow
I cannot fathom just what went on
For you to hate me so.
If only you would open up
And tell me all your woe
I would seek your forgiveness
And give you mine
Perhaps then we can
Both let go.

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Mourning

“The dark eagles, sleep and death,

Rustle all night around my head:

The golden statue of man

Is swallowed by the icy comber

Of eternity. On the frightening reef

The purple remains go to pieces,

And the dark voice mourns

Over the sea.

Sister in my wild despair

Look, a precarious skiff is sinking

Under the stars,

The face of night whose voice is fading.”

Georg Trakl.

Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.

Offerings

My offerings of love towards God
Are a putrid stench of puss
If I’m unwilling and hesitant to
Express love to a human being
In the way that is required
For them to heal and grow.

Offerings

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