To He Who Waits

Hear me
Heal me with the calm grace you carry
A balm that calls me with its perfume
Your eyes look me over
Like the sea they change, a flow and ebb that I have studied
Discerning a pattern that shows itself as true as the ground underneath my feet

Take me
Tame me with the light cadence in your voice
so bright compared to this wretched existence of mine
All heady scented loam, intense darkness and damp
I can finally see myself for who I am
And I tremble with anticipation for you to do what you will with me

Latest Comments

  1. paul1510 says:

    Ximena,
    I love it when you burst into poetry.
    Warm hugs,
    Paul.

  2. vanillamom says:

    well.

    i couldn’t have read this at a better time.

    (am slowly, ever so slowly, catching up)

    and might i say?

    perfect.

    for me, for this moment, this is *exactly* where i am, in Master’s hands..

    thanks Ximena…

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