The morning after
You have to let your heart
Stay supple to the loveful
Coax and encourage
Flexible and sweet
From this corner of now
Where we're curled up crying
Relax into bless
Though hate blow hurricanes
Buffeting stultifying bitter bane
Open wide tender though petals may be stripped
Remember not
Passing peckles of past peace
Glanced in memory's mirage
Trust today's quiet breath
Its rippling whisper
Centred in passion for compassion
Letting all colours come out
In the wash of welcome
Rooted in patient love
Our deepest longing
Our homeliest hope.
Your heart is so much bigger than
Any of this.
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