a doorway

Bring me the prophetic riddle

you have promised.

Reveal to me

the wheel of union, the

spacious all, the

gentle passion of

our tears. A furnace

of love breathes

through the Body’s

warm return. Everyone

here is a fountain,

a desert, a host.

A compass, a likeness,

a branch. A door-

way vanishing into

your speechless,

infinite heart.

----©Laura Sorrells 2013

all rights reserved

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