Friday, December 19, 2014

At-Tawwab: A Protected Stirring

Don’t be in such a hurry with this,
trying to patch and plaster
the small holes in your heart.
Shrug instead, into this ragged barn coat,
and walk through these two inches of warming snow.
Droplets are falling as the pines shed their white,
and the bird feeder swings small and quiet with breeze-breath.
Beneath the grass, all manner of seeds wait.
Covered in packed snow,
they stir restless in their sleep.
In your passing, whisper to them
“hush, hush,
There is time,
and the slowing of time,
in this season of light,
and holes do mediate a
even in your aching heart.


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