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Monday, March 30, 2015

some got swallowed up by birds

we are co-creators.

God,
Creator of All,
birthing beauty and beauty and beauty
through our ever-birthing 
and re-birthing world,
and (she says,
wide with wonder,
whispering)
through 
us:

we are co-creators. 

yesterday i
tried to 
give birth to peace.

tenderness,
sympathy pain
(i didn't know),
my body purged only blood.
grief for what i cannot.

today i know
the vessel
resides outside of me
in another
another
another.

i take comfort.
what emerged from me:
cleansed,
purified,
precious seeds.

offered,
they dream of
nestling into fertile soil,
yearn for a chance at
co-creation.

i know.

some got swallowed up by birds.
 those seeds won't bloom peace.

 they fill bird bellies,
make possible new songs 
one more day
somewhere else.

is that enough? 



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