Poetry as Prayer
I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
To allow my living to open me
To make me less afraid.
More accessible
To loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise
I choose to risk my significance,
To live
So that which came to me as seed
Goes to the next as blossom
And that which came
to me as blossom
goes on as fruit
- Posted Monday April 04, 2011 at 11:24 AM 0 comments
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