gentled

All the shy green fire

of your vulnerable knowing

hums like the immaculate

havoc of God

in a field of light

and silence.

 

The seeds of a restless

delight are

remembering how

to love the world.

 

Your beginning

is enough,

imperishable and

absolute,

a lion gentled

by the air

in a garden.

 

--©Laura Sorrells 2012

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