"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, July 28, 2012

An Angel Reads...How Long?



Giving voice to the words of my ache
In awe I listen
I feel chills and tremble
An orgasm of the soul
Poetic release with aftershocks in my heart







1 comment:

  1. I Shuffled my way to the alter for communion. Kneeling at the railing, hearing the words "The Body of Christ broken for you." I felt God's embrace. He understood my brokenness. I gathered with others and savored the banquet of grace.

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