Good Friday

 In Poetry

 

Good Friday

Dear World, I let go of you needing to be a certain way for me.
Dear Life, I let go of you needing to be a certain way for me.

I lay down my yearning and striving and sit with you, in silence and stillness.
Watching with glad acceptance as my ideas, images, expectations, hopes, convictions
and beliefs die and decompose into the real earth beneath me.

All that is left of what I am is flesh for ever-seeding spirit.

                                                                                                                                                                                       I am that.

 

Margot Broug 10th April 2020

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