Thursday, March 26, 2009

White. Bright Heart





Absolution

I was alone,
my small dark soul,
its wings hunched
beneath shame's weight.
The little light in the quiet
where I whispered sins
to the tired priest,
still rests inside that child’s heart.
Sweet sad light.

Today, I walked beside a lake
and startled when I saw the swans
released before the sun’s warm arms
have lifted leaves and grasses.

March is cold, but full of light;
a light that fills the outstretched wings
of a freed and joyous heart.
Oh white! White! White!
Oh white, bright heart!


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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes. That's got it.
Good job.

Trink

Lynne said...

Absolutely beautiful words and immage.

Patrice said...

I'm so glad you posted this! Thank you.