Monday, December 19, 2011

dear Majesty

thank you for ignoring my pleas
to leave me. i was right to call myself
unworthy; wrong
to limit love. i thank you

also for seeing,
from the other side of day,
my genuine, my incredible
and pouring precious stones and
sweet songs from open hands into
a silent heart anyhow.
i thank you

for setting alarms.
you are the waker of my dead.
i thought i loved dreaming
more than anything,
till i woke up in you. thanks

for having spoken what was
and what is and what is
to be.

you make things.
you make things real.
you make things real to me.
you make me real.