I am the vasefrom which all things will grow,
the rusted,
tarnished,
skin
that holds it in
does not reveal
the lively loam
that lies beneath,
enriched
and foaming with new life.
Hold me against your breast
O Holy One,
embrace and fuel
my creativity;
let me feel
your tender care --
together we will bring
bright flowers of love and hope
into being.
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2 comments:
This image is so very sexual it makes me a bit uncomfortable...but in a good way. The discomfort made me read through the words a few times, slowly, absorbing the effect and analyzing my discomfort. Hmmm!
Agree with Kim about sexual aspect. Lots of ways to look it. The words definitely help keep it (or is our minds) grounded.
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