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Friday, August 23, 2013

A Hunger That Fills Buckets



photo by Elena Kalis
 
 
 
The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross. ~Rumi
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lost is the place my heart wanders
nowhere that has an uttered name
it's a choir that sings of loneliness
a hunger that fills buckets like rain
 
it's point of exact location
cannot be found
on any printed map
it's a grain of sand to an ocean
a skyscraper laying on its back
 
 it's penciled in directions
to a permanent destination
that does not yet exist
it's a doorbell to a deaf man
a voice that shall forever have no lips
 
the true logic of the
code and boundaries
is teardrops tied to a locked up gate
it's a room that has no walls
a fork that will never have a plate
 
a broken heart is a manic hunter
searching for candles inside the dark
 it's a cure that has no potion
a wound that will never leave a mark
 
for love is a mighty fortress
 that no human strength can truly lift
it's a present we can only open
if we are willing to give back the gift
 
the heart's logical mathematics
is a lesson no one can truly teach
it's a rainbow to a blind man
a sermon no evangelist can preach
 
no sense can be reasoned out
of the obscurities of the human heart
it's lucidity to an utter madman
it feeds diamonds to a shark
 
for the ways of love and loss
are like a river and cast off stones
they wander drifting like a forlorn sailor
until they finally find a home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

9 comments:

  1. May we all heed His call to come home.

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  2. the last four lines are exquisite.....perfectly placed.

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  3. they wander til they find a home...def that last stanza rings carrie...i did not recognize the name in my email earlier...smiles....we all find our way as well...smiles.

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  4. Carrie, how wonderful to come back for more Magpie Tales this morning .. this is immensely personal, deep, you.

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  5. So beautiful, Carrie, and very poignant. I especially admire "it's a present we can only open if we're willing to give back the gift". And then the finding of a home at the end. A wonderful write!

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  6. Music to my ears, your closing lines, beautiful, soothing to the heart and soul.

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  7. The ways of the heart are very mysterious, I think. Sometimes it is hard to make sense of its wanderings.

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  8. Lovely images. I especially like
    "a skyscraper laying on its back"
    and
    "it's a present we can only open
    if we are willing to give back the gift"
    Well done!

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