It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
Sunday, December 16, 2007
“You hear me again, as words
From the depths of me
Rush towards you in the mind.”
Exhale completely, sweep clean
The dusk from the house of your rib-cage.
Inhale deeply the dawn-filtered air
Filling the empty chambers of your heart.
And this is prayer, an exchange,
The pollutants from which one expires
For the power which The One inspires.