Friday, March 2, 2012

sight

Awake with eyes closed
I cannot sleep; there is silence muffled in
my soul
There is light breaking through
resplendent, floating
descending.
My eyes caught the corner of
your robe
and from the moment I grasped it
I was whole
You were shattered
I was cleansed
and I am glued back together by
the pieces of You
I see your hands and
I am pure.

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