i.
the goodness you are gifted with aslifestoryteller of hurt and grace
is a lovescarred and suppled heart...
you are a born priest, not a made one--
your hands are holy from brokenness ...
you are the light of the prayers you
pray
and spiritual shepherd of those whom
you bend to kiss on their journey home
ii.
all that aside, love just breaks out of you
until we're plum pecked to pieces by you
until we're plum pecked to pieces by you
...you 'bein' such a shiny
smiley-beaked,
yellowfeathered
furballness,
chirpin and laughin
and love-spreadin
and love-spreadin
all over ever'body
all the time
1 comment:
Dearest Duck--this is beautiful, and a lovely birthday gift. I wish I had written it for Dear Friend, especially this:
you are a born priest, not a made one--
your hands are holy from brokenness ...
you are the light of the prayers you
pray
Yes, yes, a thousand times "Yes!"
Love,
Doxy
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