"What About Ourselves?"
If you should see me would you tend to my brokeness
Dry my tears and
Put ice chips upon my desert lips for tenderness
You understand I need
Or would you shoot my wound with saltiness
Pouring from your words and
Look me over in judgement's corrosiveness
To run from your deed?
If you should find my hand outstretched in hunger,
My eyes wanting and
My feet shoed by muddiness walked through danger
Would you stop Or
Would you free my wandering from cold's monger?
Answer my prayer in manna's
Gift and clothe my soul in love's distant manger
Called God?
I ask myself the redundant questions in reasoning,
Answering my remembrance,
Going back to small deeds like a tiny flaming
I never did,
The eagerness to get to my importance, moving
In and out from life
And skipping over myself, over my own weeping
I had busily hid.
Sometimes we forget ourselves in Time's sixty count,
Swimming by our life
Like a spectator, unheard, unseen and renounced
By our own voice,
Forgetting our need for a sacred and solemn mount
To harbor our soul,
And ignoring the hunger of the divine "I am" noun
He blessed at Eden's choice!
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