But I have burned to the waterline
But I have cried myself like a child to sleep
But I have stilled and quieted my soul
What is this --
hollow fullness
content despair
It is too wonderful for me
Like a warm child is my soul within me
Like a swaddled child is my soul
Like a milk this prayer fills me
And I purr like that � remember? �
that cat in my lap
all torn by the auger
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Psalm 131
(the title is Ps 131:2 NIV)
This one is scarifying. Starts with destruction, warms to safety in the middle, ends all torn.
Want a text comment? Instead of "like a milk", how about "like milk"?
This poem hits me and I love it. I really cannot describe how it makes me feel, but it makes me feel, and that is a fabulous thing.