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i need this Day.



i need this day ~

its august wind;

its pruned rose shrubs;

its somber seasonal display

of barrenness and soaken clay



i need this day ~

its barricade

of bloodless bark;

this day of the transparent

buttress of the Spark;

devotion to Divinity ...



i did not sleep all night ~

"It is so strange," he said

"how can someone so  pure

harbour such sorrow ~

trapped in  painful perfection?

Is sorrow not decay?"



i did not dare to answer

and neither could i sleep

how to tell this wounded world

that purity is no protection

against pain - no shield

against the swords of sin:



no.

purity IS pain.



give me this Day ...



myra

2002