5/10/09
I want time with my mother
I want her to teach me to cook
to understand love
I want my mother
i hurt like broken glass
and someone kneeling on the glass to pray
in pain and blood
to the bone
blood dried
not washed
no socks or sneakers
feet the same as knees
elbows and arms as well
up, blood dripping
glass on bones
pluck glass one by one
tears bottomless
heart tearing
until no tears
yet still blue
deafening silence
(lips clamped with gold)
Then God comes as a light through
toward the blue gray bipolar gloom
Arms wide opened
Dead on bed
watching Him come to me
I want to run
mezmarized by the warmth of His presence
can not move
do not want to feel the pain
(physical and spiritual)
He quickly gently grabs me
Holds me in His arms
Pouring His warmth
feelings of love
with all benefits
restoring me
I do not want to
I want to be left to die
yet He comes He saves me
from the issue and my self punishments
I turn from old to new again
I am humbled thankful amazed perplexed
by His actions
joyful grateful willing towards Him
now I am
Glory to God alone
Glory to God alone
In Jesus Christ's name I pray, Amen.
