Exed
Up
The antithesis of starvation
How can we blame ourselves for failing to find something we’ve never had?
I tasted you once
Fleeting Ivory sheets
Fluttered in the warmth of the Son’s unconditional love
Between revolving doors, beds and episodes of fiery violence
Something sweet like Christ and apple pie on late Sunday mornings
Your silent, nourishing presence
Was it merely mistaken?
Misperceiving ignorance for the understanding peace we’d equally longed for yet been denied
By birth
By right
By death and rebirth
We are each singularly holy
Unworthy in this inherited hunger
The Justice card reversed across centuries plagued by destined, karmic darkness
Born again, only to await the eternal weight
Of wanting what
This life
Will only leave us
Wanting
~
Born in Providence 
“the Justice card reversed” ❤ so clear for those who know/understand.
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And I know you know❤️
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Yeah, phew. This is readable at least two different ways, which allows more people to relate to it, for more situations… Of course, the two ways I can read it is the two ways I relate to it, and there may be more ways this is flexible still…
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The absolute beauty of poetry. You can say it all and each reader is free to see for themselves. I owe you a letter, by the way. Lots to catch-up on ❤️
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“Something sweet like Christ and apple pie on late Sunday mornings” …my favorite part of this lovely poem. It all flows together…one way or the other.
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Thank you❤️
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