sacred and profane
fine lines blur holy days tension runs high familal patterns run deep into despair
disrepair bring balance to the past
bless it keep it holy....whole
revisit get it right
write this wrong
a new story
suffering into art
I see the dance
flailing fear between mother and father the breach heaven and earth...the Garden little one divine will dance you home
Truth written in the heart handmade maid life the path with heart..soulful words promise the new story redemption this land all connects and paints a miracle of a life re storied. I see your dance little one the wounding hand... family secrets scream through the body no thing hidden silly really screams so loud never sleep this peace the birthright promised land. damn straight these days held out so smart to wait it out the re-membering the forgetting preordained ok remember to remember forgot to remember just forgot....awake in the dream little time left no more time is now to create this earth on the throne with heaven King and Queen Integrity and Integration all lines up.
holy days
Submitted by Theresa Marie S... on Sun, 2007-11-25 12:36.
