Wednesday, July 20, 2005

beyond the threshold

into the
space between
each
word

i fall or i
step
willingly,

into bright
darkness,
empty and
alive.

Then: i
entered as
a hero, chasing
after beauty,
terror
at my
back.

Now: i
go with
reverence,
tenderness
for the wounded
places,

patience; in
stillness, in
silence
the next
word is
born.

3 Comments:

At 1:38 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

My great grandmother was a midwife who rode out on horseback to birth babies. I am a midwife standing joyfully watching the birth of words.

 
At 6:14 AM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Lisa, this is like a perfect chain of pearls - each word chosen with delicacy and skill.

 
At 2:58 PM, Blogger Karen said...

Stillness is needed to birth the next word, and it is what this world is sorely lacking. a wise piece, Lisa.

 

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