The Song of Leaping Doe

"i'm not sure how my feet work yet..."
“i’m not sure how my feet work yet…”

I would like to share some of my poetry with you:

The Song of Leaping Doe

I lie my weary body here

on Your soft blanket of green,

giving my burning bones to the mighty oak that will sprout

here-in the cradle of my rib cage.

may my sorrow die here, on this hilltop where I lay,

the images of death forever shuttered by Your clouds.

let pour Your rains and blow Your winds, Mighty Father,

may my skin nourish this earth that gave me birth.

sink me deep into the blackness of this dirt, full of insects

that feed the mighty bear and her cubs.

let the sun come up to warm my patch of ground,

bringing flowers to draw butterfly and bee.

and as they dance in Your sun’s rays of hope,

may Your heart kindly remember me.

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