a starseed confession redux (audio poetry 4:24)

words divinely wrought

1926_25_2_image“Orpheus” by Odilon Redon, c. 1903-1910

i confess that i do not feel native
to this blue-green orb
and i confess that nonetheless
i have come to appreciate my earthly existence
the gentle dance of rain upon my skin
trembling fingers entwined in my own
the splendor of ripened fruit fresh from the tree

i confess that much of my life has been marked by alienation
that i have been judged and misunderstood
and seemingly set aside as i sought to bring my very essence to light
and i confess even so
that persecution has never wholly trumped passion
doubt has visited yet rarely unpacked
i have stumbled and fallen yet faith never failed to gather me up

this i willingly confess:
my unleashed spirit has more than once led me
into agreements i could not sustain
broken hearts including my own were left in a wake of disunity

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Author: dreamweaver333

I love to listen to the whispering of spirit.

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