how they too had limbs
Torn
While helplessly watching voracious winds carry life
and love
away
They cannot rip the still pulsating pieces
from invisible hands
leaving behind
scattering breathing bits of their bodies
like feathers
upon the damp earth
They cannot reach out and gather the lost extensions of
themselves
A promise
A hope
Another’s heart
Another’s breath
Wisdom at times seizes pieces of us
Removed for reasons beyond mind’s reach.
We are forced to watch the carnage dry and die
in the sun.
God dismembers us
to keep us
breathing
His lessons are
Never haphazard and
eternally Perfect
our bits,
once dried and broken
become a canvas
for another.
The Wise Ones tell us
beauty is hidden in the
Hole
of our being
For in time, all things complete
the cycle
and Light begins
again.
Shine bright, dear one
Shine bright.