Proofs

Past the grip of fisted darkness

we have come again, again.

Past an empty-pantry starkness

we have come.

Past the angry kick of ceilings

we have come again, again.

Past sagging Psalms and ragged feelings

we have come.

Past the oven’s gaping,

twisted sense of pain-escaping.

Words, like parachutes, come falling

into consciousness, recalling

former triumphs of the spirit.

Life embraces, draws us near it,

declares us in its love decree–

Je suis, I am, je suis.

5 thoughts on “Proofs

  1. Very well done.

    Reblogged.

    You should join the writers’ group I belong to.

    You need not be a published author to do so.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s