November 26, 2008
I saw an Emperor seated on a throne
He touched his staff to the stone
It began to break; it began to crack,
earthquake,
but I didn’t want the stone back.
It revealed red,
alive, beating
flesh held in the hand of
hearts meeting, melting
into one.
The Emperor held my heart
and I knew it—done.
“It is finished”
He said to me,
“You are a (wo)man walking free
no more stone to hold you back
only flesh that shall not lack
tender and heartfelt care
look into my eyes and we’ll meet love there."
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