The Way of Water and Fire
/life
as cries
for love
and our response
to tears
Not long ago, I took an incomprehensibly beautiful but complicated path. Time revealed I wasn't alone. We walked for years before kneeling on the margins of a tremendous river.
One of us water.
One of us fire.
Before the day passed, black bears came close; too close. We wrestled and eventually called upon the truth of whom each of us really are.
Water slipped happily into the river to became a salve.
Fire ignited – her womb a cauldron – and rose.
The two parted ways that day.
Lightening flashes – thunder follows – rain falls if Mother sees fit.
To know us is to be smudged by water or fire.
To forget us is to become Truth.
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Stretches of highway as a blank page. Night falls first as pleated shadows before its dark afterbirth covers every thing. This Strawberry Moon. These bruised knees tucked behind his. A sadness that will pass.
Selah
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I almost hocked my diamond engagement ring for reasons both more complicated and more base than I can overtly admit. What remains, unwritten so far, is my gratitude for Love’s intervening grace and the never-ending narrative of Another Way.