Process


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Nan George, Columbia Monthly Meeting

 

i stand and tremble before…spirit
i tremble in the fear of…
being seen
i fear the velvet jackhammer
boring through concrete
until perimeter walls are crushed
interior walls fall
walls protecting
the inner sanctum
crumble
and then…

 

naked
i stand
exposed
to all that is
and is not
and—
cascading—
the pain tears
i have held for ever
and for all
tumble
through me
to mingle with
the tears shed
by all
in all time

 

immersed in the
rip tides—
the tears
crash in wildness
rushing
sinking
sliding—
downward

 

then—a deep sigh—
and Spirit enters…
and the tears 
calm
and there is
a breathing out
of healing…
embracing all
in the wholeness
that is
Love