Around and Around We Go Since 1394
Around and around little lake we go
My mother and me soaked in misery
Left for dead in a sea of anxious shame
The same ash filled waters I step into under the moon
in my self proclaimed drawn bath
Walls lined with obligation
sharp spines of floor to ceiling books
Proclaiming from on high
failure to meet the unstated
the cultivated
Pulling apart shame soaked curtains
to see and feel this moment
The forest floor of tender pine
The moon resting on His shoulder
The ache for wind to touch my cheek
The empty long-abandoned nest in my aching empty belly
God, I beg of you to rip the unspoken from the sinew of my body
Reach back through tormented generations
To free the babies crying alone in cradles
To free the woman standing in front of you
To call her your own
And for her to hear your voice as if spoken from her own lips
Free her to walk into her grace filled life
embracing the ecstasy at her very feet
To live from this space of your making
Home
Home at long last
I pray
