your words sound my bellsoul
a depth charge of incandescent tone
to coalesce the ground of my whisper-being
to sunder me from self-falsity
to shoe my doubting feet with fierce clarity
to walk me thus shod in cradling Truth
more deeply into the oblivion
of my ethereal dark whose web tingles and sounds
with tiny silvered bells
I am belled
sounded by Love in Love
Its deep and penetrated tone
calls back
the shards of being
I abandoned
along my lifeway
so to join me
together
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
your words sound my bellsoul
a depth charge of incandescent tone
to coalesce the ground of my whisper-being
to sunder me from self-falsity
to shoe my doubting feet with fierce clarity
to walk me thus shod in cradling Truth
more deeply into the oblivion
of my ethereal dark whose web tingles and sounds
with tiny silvered bells
I am belled
sounded by Love in Love
Its deep and penetrated tone
calls back
the shards of being
I abandoned
along my lifeway
so to join me
together
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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