Saturday, June 23, 2012

world washed clean...

the world washed clean                
by nighttime's crashing

window screens dappled                     
with remnants of Nature's

or were those tears mine,
the ones that wet the

the storm without a mere
reflection of the raging tempest

and now as i see the
world without as fresh and

i find myself longing for
that same clarity

of purpose and design, of
truth and honesty and

and most of all, of love,
connection with and for the

or at least the little corner
of this cosmos where i

a taste of holiness is
all my hungry soul

a touch of divine healing
in the form of human

that my self may be washed clean
and walk proudly, boldly

into the lovely, dreadful,
difficult, challenging, waiting

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