Blissful and Blessed
Poetry Sunday
Published in
Nov 22, 2020
It’s vigor.
It’s supple.
It’s heated
and it’s frail.
Such a daze I received,
blissful and blessed.
Tell me, is this the dream you wish
to be real? to manifest?
Be itself, my enemy,
my pillar, and my joy.
May it be my comfort that cures.
Let it make you,
break you.
By the grace of all,
may it fasten your deepest sanctions–tightly
I leave;
the answer, within yourself.
-T.B.
