أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
from 3.21.24, 6:25pm
wish you didn't have to be so distant,
but i understand
why you made your decision.
it's alright, the color of my blood won't ever change,
even as i age,
even when i find my grave, and
Dust fills the hollow spaces between these fingers
and their bones He made;
this blood still runs the same,
for when He raises me again, like a
seed,
born of planted grain,
what flows Then:
is what flowed once before,
in this present.
if you hadn't by now guessed, i'd never make you choose, want your cup full to brim and overflowing, with bliss and light and ease, near to all the ones your heart longed to meet.
choices and choices, shape every day of our lives, especially now that little beloveds have crept into our arms, to become eternally the apple of our eyes. rather not taste more of silence, a bitter pale drink, but medicinal He oft made it, so that wiser courses can churn from many moments' grapes, a matchless wine to be savored.
Memories and memories, topped by hope as a chocolatey delicacy, no shades forgotten, no scenes skipped, all possibilities and visions, entrained within my patience, coupled with prayers,
such is the Staff of the slave,
as he journeys to his Maker.
