When we fall
flat, divine in thy own time. rise, again -
For time,
when gone for so long, forgotten, broken.
Decide when
by desperation, that this time, this time, is the last.
For future and
past are only divided by time, to converge here and now,
Here and
now, where we begin again.
I don’t
choose this design, this space in time.
It’s not by
seeing but by feeling, feeling truly
that I rise.
Because I am
no more rock than ocean wave.
Whether
lapping or lying dormant and having been shaped by forces forged
in space and
time.
I defend and
define the space of my mind,
Whether lost
and callous, blessed in solace, these words
framed,
detained, and renamed Grace.
Because it
is Grace where I begin again.
It is Grace
where, my name spoken in a whisper, will echo desire,
will simmer
steam and smoke in the fire
of Begin
Again.
These words
my center, begotten treasures of light,
For now
spoken, take me home.
Because
remember, I am no more rock than ocean wave.
And this day
is no less promised than forgotten.
-BL
