Tears Of Blood…

Let your Grace…

Even Through the most difficult of pains

“Keep me…On My Feet…”

For Beloved;

There Are Far Too Many Holes

In this Yarn’s fabric…

That but Tears Of Blood; Weeps…

“Yet No Shoulder, Other than Yours…

It Needs!”

Let your Grace Alone…

Even through most difficult of my pains

“Keep me, But Only On Thy Feet!”

So when Needed;

“My Burdens, Are Yours & Only Yours To Carry!”

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The more this pain eats away this yarn;

Called the body…The More I’m left AWARE;

I’m Not It…

But Am The Light…Of My Beloveds Smile;

That Lit’s Up This Universe;

Even While Asleep!

While i in me, Dissolves in the “I”

“As Beingness Of Beloved’s Smile”

The more this pain eats away this yarn;

The more I’m Aware;

“I’m Not It!”

While in Dignity, My Beloved…

Let’s this body, Breathe!

As this illness does its work of collapsing, fading, where lately

I’ve not been able to use my one hand & even electrical shocks running down my one leg…

Yet My Beloved, Keeps my Soul;

Afloat through it!

Wouldn’t have & Couldn’t have made through such deliberating chronic pain, with Coco by my side.

He’s seen me through my worst day in & day out, like none other ❤️

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©️ Meghna/2021