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August 10, 2017

How it Feels to be Blessed. {Poem}

When I am Blessed.

When I am blessed
I will walk barefoot
along the edge of a peaceful sea.

I will not rush.
I will remember
I have walked this way before.
There is no more solving
exhausting
distilling
dissolving.

But a simple walk—
for times bent to ground,
for all times
over and over again met.
For water,
melting
surrender
wept.
For the cat,
solitary
bewitching
unbroken, black—
the Huntress
both heaven and hell have sent.
For death,
when she is kind.
For chaos,
unfolding
releasing
divine.

A simple walk—
a white dress
flowing virtue,
sweetest grace.
Arriving now
at this place—
windows opened
curtains breathe,
dancing bodies in a breeze.
All has been set,
has now begun
is peaking
and is also done.
An instant, now—
only one.

Here is my hand—
bring me in.
Here,
your body
lay with mine
into shapes as nature mends.
As was before,
as once had been.

When I am blessed
I will walk barefoot
at the edge of a peaceful sea.

I will not rush.
I will know
this is where desire led.
Silent now,
surrender
slowly
swept.

There is no shame.
I have no wish.
This is all—
open,
found through every fall.
And then
you.
I shall wed.
And then
for life,
I will be dressed in red.

~

Author: Megan Henning
Image: Daniela Brown/Flickr
Editor: Danielle Beutell
Copy Editor: Catherine Monkman

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