I turned it over in my hand This broken piece Of self Traced the cracks Noted the gaps Counted the missing particles Now marking A pristine floor
A broom passed by Grabbing flecks that soiled This hallowed place.
Its bristles shush My shameful grief Watching In silence
I should have protested asked for time Told my story Before This piece of self Crumbled And I was left to mourn.
Alone Or so perceived
Untill Generous Silence Gave them back to me Cupped In recognition Bound tightly With the string of memories As I prayed
He gave no rebuke As bits poured into my hands Losing fragments Between hesitant fingers He helped me count the loss That again littered marble paths Highlighted against its wealth As human filth
He waited Cupping tears that spilled Adding his own to the soiled floor Besmirched in regrets as thick as aged blood
Patient He shushed the onlookers Ready to jeer the fallen
Then I was ready He pulled each speck to himself Dirtying his own hands to lift my loss Into his apron furled It was him who shook my remnant free Of any last dust It was my King who carried my shame Out the door And when returned Knowing it no more
He didn’t say we wouldn’t weep while we waited. He didn’t say feeding the lantern’s flame, wouldn’t singe. He didn’t promise, finding oil would be easy. Only “Be ready,” and the Spirit will with you sit.
I have been waiting with great anticipation to be able to share this publication. Heart of Flesh Literary journal is a publication I have been following since the beginning of my writing career, and they have been a dream publication for me.
This last week Issue Seven went live! My poems “Omnipresent” and “Things Made” have been included in this issue and I pray they bless you. They are available to read for free, accompanied by audio readings.
Release date is November 2nd. Celebrate with me by shouting from the rooftops!
I plan on also offering the ebook directly from my website after the release date. I will keep you posted on the progress of getting that set up. Thank you all for rooting for me, and continuing to read my work.
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