Friday, October 26, 2012


I place at your feet
The essence of my earth
The flavor of my heart
Consecrated in holy words
Flowered rituals at doorsteps
A blessing from God’s store
With fire, water and iron
Companions four of man
To make water holy
To preserve my love
And cleanse pain
I have sown my path
In altered piles
Praying in desert places
And hidden in the cleft
I should not look back
At things that did me harm
For I have been brought
My despair purchased
At the edge of dark
And what was once unsavory
Has becomes fit for your table

© NP 10/26/12

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