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October 27th, 2004
09:37 am - And sometimes I fall down.
 romandruid asked me a few entries ago, "Do you ever lapse?" Perhaps unsurprisingly, I was writing this particular piece at the time.
Esus, Lord, Passionate One --
I come before you humbly,
My knees sore with weary shuffling,
My voice hoarse with deepest regret,
My shoulders hunched in quiet shame,
My eyes cast down in silent reflection.
A long time I have been away,
And only now I return.
My back is no longer turned,
My face is bathed in your shining light.
I have returned.
I am yours, Furious One.
Do with me as you will.
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: "I Heard I Was In Town", -JB
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I am yours, Furious One.
Do with me as you will.
I don't ever want to stand next to you in a lightning storm again.
(Is 'haunched' really a word?) No, that's a typo. I managed not to find them all. Ah... trying to press the I'm-not-perfect point, eh? Careful... ![[User Picture]](https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/49492383/827191) | | From: | duriyah |
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| Date: | October 27th, 2004 01:38 pm (UTC) |
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That's beautiful.
As Rumi says:
Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
Ours is no caravan of despair.
Even if you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, yet again, come. |
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