Adaptation by Sister L
I long for touch as the desert yearns for the brush-by caress of
moisture, received gratefully and reciprocated like exhalation
a wasteland can survive
without water learn
to store it up in
increments ration
it out as need arises even
grow lovely things
but
deep
down
in
its dust
and
cracks it
sighs – and
prays for cloud cover
will young skin untouched
also fissure, convert to barren
dust, praying from its depths for gentle winds to collect and gather promised water?
Crossed
by
Sister L
as for me I will not reflect the stark white impotence of the bearded righteous god throned and robed untouchably above;
instead I will fling
my Self
with out apology at the
c r o s s w h e r e n a k e d I will be pierced by splinters and insults, will hang
between heaven and
hell swayed gently
through the violent wind a w a r e that God is close
to the broken- hearted e v e n though, by all
scrutiny I hang h e r e crossed a l o n e
Sister God, you too love
Disordered Love: Praise God for her overtaking us |