Bloom

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Winter – parasite,

Invader of Eden’s buds,

Breeds the biggest blooms

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Sleeping Beauty

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Long has she lain,

poisoned by an apple

that should never have reached Eden.

The kiss, when it comes,

stirs,

wispy, a dream that eludes

upon rising;

it revives the tender recollection

that she waits,

not for an awakening,

but for a

Resurrection.

Iron Maiden

Through the Iron Maiden’s bars

I spy a fairyland, a place

where peace grows, seeded row by row

with roots of safety, soil of grace.

But Iron Maiden bids me stay,

she bars the path to enter in;

whispers how I don’t belong,

hints at defect deep within

so here I stop, with longing gaze,

aching for the scene I spy,

wanting Eden’s leafy rest,

believing Iron Maiden’s lie.

Don’t Hide Your Tears

Don’t hide your tears, my child –

I give you permission to let them fall.

When life withholds its gavel,

when your Piper requires you to pay

a price set in the stars,

let them fall.

Mourn well.

The tension holding

what should be

far from what is,

will break you in its stern grip

unless you grieve;

Eden is long gone.

Cry away the withered hopes

and wash away bitter realities;

your sobs are soul-songs which

rise before the Throne above.

Such precipitation

precipitates

a newly laundered vision;

soon, my child,

Eden will rise

with

healing in its wings…