Grace pours toward me in a wave of moonlight,
breaking a halo in the clouds. Elemental poetry
surrounds me like skin encasing muscle.
Drawn from the ground
by the hand of God,
like a woman
drawing water from a well,
I am enearthed.
When my heart is hard as the winter ground
Kindle your Spirit in my hands.
Pour your Flame into my chest.
Let me burn
Til stone is flesh.
When my thoughts spin like yellowed leaves
Let your wind come,
Swirl my dead thoughts away,
Breathe your breath into my lungs.
When my life cracks like ice
I splinter in prayer-
Bind me tight with cords of peace,
Flood the rift with deeper still,
Seal it with your patient love,
Until I am no longer breached.
It’s you in whom I live and breathe
You who opens me to see.
You are life: enormous, wild and free.
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