The Bog

Posted by on Jan 14, 2012 in Guest Authors, Poetry | 7 comments

If despair is the only way To bring me back to my knees Open to Your effects Then this melancholy Is my favorite place to be. “Don’t seal off the wound,” said Rumi, “It’s where the light enters you.” And I believe that. For when the chanting high and charms of this life Dim To its true, lonely place And I am left empty Remembering You And the tears well-up with the memories they cling to The sorrow weighs heavy in my chest, I steer my canoe through this bog, Gliding through trees Provoked by a dark, shallow water I wait for the light to direct me I hope to remain here Until...

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