Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
What happens when a body comes home
to itself,
flesh and spirit, shadow and light, recognizing
kinship and the marriage vow that must
be taken in silence to hold true? It is
flesh and spirit, shadow and light, recognizing
kinship and the marriage vow that must
be taken in silence to hold true? It is
the animal remembered, a wild being whose
eyes pool with the sad reflection of
domesticated things.
It is hands tearing things down because
It is hands tearing things down because
the feet long to be bare upon sacred
ground.
This time tests a soul, hard
questions against bruised skin.
What is real? What is your freedom worth?
What is real? What is your freedom worth?
Do you remember who you agreed to
be?
When I was born into this world, I
heard a morning bird say:
"You don’t belong here, and all your life you will know it.
"You don’t belong here, and all your life you will know it.
We are counting on you to help us
find our way home."
find our way home."
~ Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
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Thank you, Verna
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing and photos -- and the second stanza certain speaks to our time!
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