The New Covenant

Mema’s orchid dies
every season and makes one
less blossom the next.

Fine, unsatisfied, sitting,
Creating this lacking growth.

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I hug my dad and within this absence I remember the feeling of space and time. I hug my dad and I feel pulsating warmth of blood. I hug my dad and I feel empty, empty… Empty of what if not everything I would, everything possible that we could-

Empty of expectation, I suppose, these days, empty of its hoping for olden, outdated still potentially nourishing ways. I feel how I am empty of innocence to some another I gifted away, and empty of needing your soul’s energy to make that, no matter what, even to you okay.

Emptying yourself generously you give and you take with strings openly, strategically placed. The web with a map printed largely for me to sign, near the bottom, instead of or potentially regardless of brother “Ack”. And swearing myself to you, with the key showing through, I must store it in my car, remember it posted on my back, or keep it on my finger, so it all went on my forehead, as I allowed you, but no longer, perhaps.

These moments, I learn to open my third eye. I don’t want the unattractive (to me) disgruntled wrinkles or the unenlightened guilt trips of those every single days. I am empty of expecting your beacon to do it perfectly because that was the forced interpretive truth of my only God-fearing way.

I am empty of you as my Christ and as I hug you, I see approaching us, new feelings of an even better love.

08/23/2006

Posted on 08/26/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary J Anna

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by A. Paige White on 08/26/06 at 02:14 PM "I am empty of you as my Christ and as I hug you, I see approaching us, new feelings of an even better love. " Marvelous way to end this. What a wonderful goal! To hold all things so loosely, ready at a moment's notice to shout with the angels for the new age dawning before us. I truly enjoyed this.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/05/06 at 09:06 PM Thanks for the read. Enjoyed this one.