Friday, January 30, 2015

Deuteronomy 7: In Writing

Strong as death
harder than hell
engrave me in your heard
brand me on your breast.

Let me be
a searing flame
a whirling wind
uprooting trees
scattering dead words
 like leaves
till only my voice
in the silence

let me be
the rushing current
that sweeps the shore
rises in sap

and buds in the bright fruit

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