the presence

As promised, the curtain closes for a time, on this 500th post.

the presence

It is not surrender to the pain to cry out from it,
to acknowledge it, to defy it, and it alone.
I atone for many sins. Lesser and greater.
Mine and others, it seems. I take the lash and crash
into myself. Splintered. But with a resolved heart
that I have a purpose in rising to bow
and grip again the handles.
Not in a show of defiance, but of love.
I choose to kneel to heal what I can
for I have a pattern and a promise to keep.


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