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Elizabeth Browning



Monday, May 18, 2015

A heart, blessed and ruined

Keep ringing the bell,
Playing the tamboura, calling for Him

For you
Have touched something holy inside
With your spirit-body
And now your eyes look broken
Without his sacred presence near

The heart is like that: blessed and ruined
Once it has known
Divine beauty

Then
It becomes a restless sky hunter

The lover keeps circling in their being
Their sweetest moments
With God
Needing to kiss
His face
Again
                                                Hafiz
____________________________

gray
unremitting
like a shroud cloaks the rising of the sun

grieving eyes
search
the heart blessed and ruined
seeking the light

a restless hunter
and then
for a brief moment
light breaks through
brilliant red

then fading
softer
then gone again

sometimes grace
is like
that

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