we are
what we are
star dust motes in
other-worldly beams of light
we are fragile and invincible
fearfully and wonderfully
made, we are god’s,
perfected flaws and flukes,
freaks and forces of nature,
broken and bruised
bone and muscle
and spittle and blood
foam on the wave
in an ocean of love
a faint trace of timeless grace
in an otherwise uninhabitable
dark uncharted space
we are brief and
sudden reminders of mortality
encased in unimaginable glory
a paradoxology
of pain and joy
on the lips of One
who sings over us
and kisses the void
in each of us
with reckless abandon.
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“One who sings over us and kisses the void in each of us with reckless abandon”
I will hold those words and their promise for some time, Melinda! Consolation in the form of mystery/beauty.
Keep writing for the soul of us all…
Cathie