Sunday, April 8, 2012

"my Bindi" a poem

west winds blew and the brush unsettled sweeping me into promise of sweet serenity holding onto withered branches He caressed each finger tenderly loosening the binds ...to what could not be gentle peace lines his breath each word engendering surrender beckoning me along the pathway i follow faithfully, my heart pounds fighting the resistance to ...possibility a pause in the trail I am engulfed in fear Forgetting Everything is All Right His steps firmly planted supporting each stumble tenderly cradling ...each need. abating doubt once more and once more again unaffected by the uncertainty He carries each burden my boulder, His stone and securely...

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