crying on the mountaintop.
It is your voice
seeking for me,
calling my name,
traveling vast distances
hoping only to see me again.
Hearing it
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| Art by Frank Godwin |
I truly began
to believe
in your love for me
but that agonised, urgent voice
is like a primal force
unraveling the foundations of me,
like an unforgiving hand
shaking and destroying.
Death is not an unhoped for,
sad event
happening where you can always
turn your eyes away from;
it is an ever present force and truth
infusing our lives every second,
living in our every inhale and exhale.
Turn to face
mortality,
unflinching
and you will find more love
than you could imagine.
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