My womb is ripe
With words
Left unspoken
Tantalizing- it seems-
Holding the olive branch
Dangling, washing, rolling, cutting, suturing, ebbing, diving, flowing
Over me.
Take over me…
You whose life is pulsating within my being
Dragging me gently between the depths of dark and light
You are it.
Harrowing my earth with your promise
Tilling my broken soil to make way…
Above me.
Breaking through the clouds
Raining down…
The water
To glean the harvest
Of this life...
The memories that have left me
Return to me
In you.
As a Midwest storm
Through my childhood window
With a double rainbow.
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa....I miss you, but I love reading your words. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteoh lisa. God has given you the gift of words and the gift of a child, soon to be made even more known to you. we miss you too like lindsay. jake and i want to see you and andy as soon as we can. we'll be in seattle for a week or so after Feb 18. email me if you'll be around for dinner or tea. :) love, abby
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