redemption through creation bending without breaking a clay figure enlivens to be examined as reins slowly drape upon body and soul played by those who believe beauty lies in the beholden the push of desire mirrors the pull of the same sacrifices of being lifted along the safest journey to the temple where curtains of many colors hang covering the path in rich likelihood and voices divide the fires making all searches sense what stretches to be found
"Sacred salt sparkles on our bodies." - Denise Levertov Not the salt found in blood, semen, tears or mucus, dried from wounds or sickness or deprivation but the salt that Jesus asks us to be, Be the salt of the earth. To be sprinkled and spread, lightly, ocean spray settling on barren and untouched skin, to sparkle on bodies who cry out to be flavored with delights and to be tasted while shouting joy to the heavens acclaiming, I am alive!
chattered mouths breathing birdsong participate in g*d's world offering new narratives with ancient composure questions where are we what's next why normal fall like song into lament stories grieved long ago new chapters pass with each new era becoming the next burst bubble making sacred ordinary