Now is the time
this is the place
where her hand counts the cost
Now is the time
this is her hand
placed in her lap
This is the place
now is her hand
where her breath costs
Now her hand is a bird
this is the cage
placed in your heart
Placed among hollow walls
this is the moment
now, when you wonder
The time is shadows
beneath her eyes
her head on your shoulder
Her face is the place
now is the wonder
where the wound rests
She dresses the wound
in its tender place
where time meets time
This is her hand
now is her time
where you finally sleep
Placed in her lap
this is the tender place
Now is the time
2 comments:
I like it. One for the Psalter.
Another good one.
-g
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