'one does not birth in pain, one gives birth to pain' - to lymn / lying in

JAN 11, 2025

Even in our melancholy moments
and the days we spent in agony tripping over misinformed atonements
a blink from God or the sun or all the trees
always seemed to pull us right back
from tiptoeing around depression dreams.

Although we might be older now
and all our memories of what once was, the past, laid in the solid ground
I still remember them well
and of all the fruits we shared
all that we held close, all that we declared abundant, each strand of hair.

Some instance may haunt us still
but may we never cease to cherish
these fragments of bliss
that were each in their own time, blessings of God
and such divine graciousness from above [from within].

Forever this love and divinity draw near
forever in my heart, my dear.

Freeing the body of this patriarchal dream
calling back to mother, to father
I long to be with you, in community
our family.

But nothing will be as it once was
nothing the same.

I am nearly a spoiled child
calling home because I long for a friend
and I fear that this world knows not of friendship
true companionship.

I know this melancholy well
well enough that I am strong enough to turn back and set sail.

We are to forsake and mistake
lest we forgive and learn.

I know not of devilish foolery
or prideful vengeance.

I know not of the terrors in dismay and dreams of oblivion.

I know peace. I know love. I know truth.

I am sovereign.