when things are rough
I have no words
but this is not NO
not my long old silence
this is not no voice
this is not unheard
this not my childhood
this is me struggling
with the mother of all dark
on the bended knees of my heart
incarnating His voice
in every cell I say "uh huh"
I walk away from her
ten thousand times ten thousand
I "string" my words I cry out
the raging fear and old old pain
when she would slay me
I bathe in His hearing
I smell the furnace of His alchemy
and know I am His gold
He alone will slay me
and burn me out
not overnight but over life
I rise phoenix on His wings
He flies me from the heights
of this battle and from its bowels
to return to the ordinary
to my life in His Love
YES