Friday, March 22, 2013

Pilgrimage: A Dozen Weeks: First Things

I woke up slowly
a memory of pain
dulled by sleep and drugs
before my bare feet touched the wood floor
I received the gift
you sent your words
and the slight medicinal scent of lavender
blue in flower in song
what we get in sadness
and on those days when we are so joyous one slight intake of breath
will send us hurtling with silver wings
against the sky

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