He helps me
into water
washing my skin
and hair tender
before
leading me to lay
down clean ~
heaven above,
earth beneath,
water beside us ~
loving me back
from exhaustion.
Like a stuck
casement window,
handle gears rusted~
wanting to stay shut~
he cranks me
wide open,
letting fresh love
blow through.
The stars peek inside
open screens, then
shoot across the sky
in applause.
Watching the flame
lick and caress the wood
till its colors
come out glowing
pink, purple, red,
blue, apricot, and yellow
makes me
want to stay
burning also ~
to fear not
the dark.
The colors of bruises
are also the colors of
rainbows.
9 comments:
Great title for your wonderful poem of love.
lots of fresh love blowing through here!
this is lovely.
The beginning reminded me of the 23rd Psalm.
This is lovely!
Pain is an unlikely gift.
Very good,
Wondered what you both have been up to.
You drew a picture for me and I loved it.
Mom
Miss Kathleen,
The stars peaked inside whilst you were here, right in our midst, in our home, and in our hearts.
Blessings.
Wow.
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