i am all replete with very me
and nothing speaks to nothing
in the churning of the sea
of chaos that i invite, for
i am all replete with very me.

the crosses that i bear are not
my own, the song that i sing is not
my song. the strength that i bear is
too much of me,
too replete with very me.
only in weakness am i strong.

it is the light that bears me down.
not in just darkness, but in the bitter
blinding beams i have to drown.
i drag these beams to centerstage,
dance, for whom? sing, for whom?
i break, i bend, i fall, and sway.

i am all replete with very me
and nothing speaks to nothing
in the churning of the sea,
in the coursing and turning of the sea.

01/08/2009

Author's Note: been thinking about A Ring of Endless Light,
by Madeline L'Engle.. if you have not read it,
you must. it is an essential, if easy, read...

Posted on 01/09/2009
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