that conversation [Explored]

Something in this silence

needs to be loved.

Its breath wants

the careful religion

of attention. Each

smoky sigh deepens

the wordless blessing

of this ache. My eyes wait

in the dark for the tender

call of Nothing.

Anywhere can be the

meeting-place of

hymn and emptiness,

the marriage bed

of praise and distance.

Listen for that

conversation, and

be ready

to leave your life.

 

©Laura Sorrells 2012

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