Circles

With each verse I write, I leave

With each verse You read, I return

With each leaving and returning

I rejoice, I mourn

With each waning moon, I long for more

With each full moon, I am complete

In this waning and waxing

I am empty, yet replete

With each breath that leaves, I die

With the next I take, I live again

In this dying and living

I stand unafraid in the rain

With each word I speak, I offer myself

Each word You hear, my offering received

May I stay in Your wine house then?

Because now a temple, I do not need

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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