Creation sings

A poem

Photo by 王 术山 on Unsplash

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Creation sings

my granny was a blessed thing

friend-of-Jesus; witch
friend-of-Jesus, witch

I, witchlet-of-Jesu

and what witch would not give her life
to the shepherding of lambs upon the bright 
earth herself?  Scramble bleeding
through the brambles to sweep
      this lost creature
into the folds of the
One Heart?

Creation sings

tear me in two and tell me I’m not
      one, after all

Let fade your flames.  In the moon’s soft hush
you'll hear him speak, tones that tremble to the
cracks in your core –

sweet child, have you forgotten what I told you?
      you never need fear

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Hello friend,

I’m taking some quiet time to reflect on my writing life and how writing here on Substack is supporting that life… I would really value hearing your voice. Take a few moments and let me know why you’re here. Why do you let me into your inbox?

It’ll help me get more clarity on what I’m offering the world, and whether this is the best place for it.

Thank you so much for being here.

Miranda x

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