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I Take to Myself ~ Poetry Thursday

September 06, 2006

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Angel Eyes ~ Canon 30d

I take to myself
my broken self:
my guilt, my peace,
my folly and joy,
my sickness, my health;
in laughter and agony,
hating and loving,
my fear and my birthing--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
you, my neighbor,
cupping your life
within my hands:
your broken self
pure gift to me;
not burden, gift,
as mine to you--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
you, broken Earth;
stripped and abused,
paved over and poisoned,
you mother so freely,
abundant in grace:
clasp in your mercy,
surprise into tears--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
your broken self,
my dear, near God;
broken for broken,
for lost and for spent.
As fragmented love
and nectar of life,
you come, gentle God--
and I am made whole.

~ Bill Johnston


I take this poem.
I take it to my broken self.
~ Susan


{Another image from Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, Virginia}

Posted by susan at September 6, 2006 05:35 PM