(Thomas Aquinas)
sculpture by Rose Bean Simpson
a taking and a giving
pieces of one’s soul
peeled away
for the sake of the cherished
a duality of dark and light
positive and negative
that haunts the reaching out
and clutch of profaned hands
which inflict raw wounds
that also blesses the sacred touch
to sooth the burning bruise
and heal the unseen damage
a rootedness in the need to nurture
in the looking one-eyed blind
to see that which is not visible
to the unfocused seer
madness engulfs the heart
of the flat-light sighted
obscuring truth
the radiance of clarity
envelopes the sainted
illuminating the wondrous
voids of spirit
marked and remembered
are besought in the leaving time
at the crossing over
to the dream
or hard justice
I am here but for you
until all that remains are bones
taken up to strike down menace
that which means you harm
devour me complete
in validation of my path
consummation of my holy fate
I am your nourishing waters
I am your vessel of deliverance
I am your song of ascension
rob kistner © 2020
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