other way ‘round The wound is the place where light enters you. —Rumi
the oak struck, broke ribs
rent organs tore me open not
to close again light pours out
give way to this tearing
don’t play hide and seek
instead, come face to face
split me open
pour me out
so all that’s left is
grace
Yes. I agree with the landing. Lovely. Grace is all we need.
...you grace us with your being...