Intricate decisions dissolve,
indecisions lead deeper into the labyrinth.
Poor passing facts long for the grace of accuracy,
When I am threadbare,
anything can feel like a blessing.
The sky opens like a funnel,
my mouth fills with all the things I pray for,
all my prayers, leaping, leaping into the lonely heavens.
Holly Lofgreen said:
The labyrinth, the grace of accuracy, the blessing, the funnel, the leaping, the lonely heavens….
All this brings to mind a whirlwind of longing, and maybe even a chariot of fire, like the one our myths tell us that Elijah was swept heavenward in.
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