Sunday, July 6, 2014

the current takes you . . .













can there be love without sacrifice ?
and is the weight of the penance equal or greater than the weight of the love ?
whenever there is the amber-ember of soulfulness & connection breathed into mortal clay
sacrifice will be endured and suffering will be measured
whether it be that of lovers, brothers, mother to child
or
friend to friend
it comes hidden with thorns of mortal sharpness
that cut as death cuts a hole
red rocked and blue-river-lined with
an echo of witness & shine
can there be love, ever, without a debt paid to the
ringmaster
the ferryman
the minstrel ?
no.
there can not
and the price is heavy with
chasms song and bells of ireland
we pay and weep for our lost ignorance
our chained retreat from innocence
we are guilty
and through to the other side ...
we love

9 comments:

  1. Oh snap, Susie. I think I read through this at least four times to feel its cut.

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  2. "we pay and weep for our lost ignorance
    our chained retreat from innocence
    we are guilty
    and through to the other side ...
    we love"

    so beautifully said susie! a wonderful way with words...

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  4. "it comes hidden with thorns of mortal sharpness
    that cut as death cuts a hole! This is powerful. I love this poem.

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    1. I love your expression of mortal clay. Of course, love makes us more than messy mud pies, and with love, I think penance is rarely measured, simply shrugged, perhaps, hard to say.

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  6. Your writing makes me glad you're the one reading through mine.

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