Corynn Bernhardt – Have a Good One [In the error]
In the error of all things broken here,
Thinking of ways
to combat my feelings.
A pale sky, wet with what is to
come.
It’s placid face
deceiving of the occasion.
The roughed-edged clouds tell a
different story.
The sphere gets
dimmer. The wind picks up
My feet. I fall. The
only ground I have.
I knew enough to
believe but not see.
You see, it’s not
the other way around.
Seeing to believe
is not believing.
It is merely a
mirage in the heart
That all things
visible are all things fact.
“Blessed are
those who have not seen and yet
believe.” Words
told from Jesus to Thomas.
In the morning,
at noon, in the evening,
I can pray all
day, but the feeling stays.
I am so close,
only a short plane ride.
Yet so far away,
as life seems to be
In the way of
where my heart feels it should.
I long to hug you,
hold you, comfort you.
Completely,
endlessly, entirely.
Tirelessly, I
will pray to see you,
But I will
forever believe in you.
I will finish school
in two more years. Then,
Then I will be at
your side, holding your
Hand. I will sing
you songs so that you may
Sleep. Hold your
head up when you are looking
Down. Whispering
a string of promises.
And from your
past to mine, we will make whole.
What was once
broken can always be fixed.
There’s no
telling what I will do for you.
You are my
purpose, why God put me here.
Have A
Good One [In the error]
BY ANSELM
BERRIGAN
In the error
thinking of non-intervention
with you. A red sun
(don’t look) pokes
through.
Staging
development and the cutting
loose of its facile integrity
its disproportionate
personal non-response.
The wince. The shrug. The
belated semi-acknowledgment
of owning just
enough to take part.
In
the era, thinking of you
will quit my job
in one year to get
more done, work harder
to
insert myself into
the fragile extension
of space between us
to get something done.
In
the ear
thinking after you.
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