Tag Archive: loss

within the folds of her holy dress

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In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom

A Psalm of Grief and Grammar

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There are impossible pains

for which there are no words

or phrases which can dislodge

the broken branches and hearts