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"a vision refreshed"

Let us circle the oak that first bore witness to our offering:  

beeswax candles trembling, honey dripping down

                          cupped palms as promise.  

Beneath rustling leaves, we pass sweetness

                                     mouth to mouth,  

bodies opening like petals kissed by dawn.  

Was it decreed that every first-born cry  

must drip through a mother’s wound,

as if her courage in knowing made her repent?  

And did you sculpt him into pillar and prize,  

weighing Adam by sinew and height alone?  

Now, the circle falters—shadows cross faces,  

some cast anxious glances to the ground,  

others clutch the bark of that ancient oak,  

doubting whether unbinding can outpace fear  

or if old curses still cling to our flesh.  

I remember the tremor in my own voice as I spoke of rising, unashamed—  

bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh,  

a vow whispered in the hush, two hearts forging a living troth.  

We broke clay at our feet, earth mingling with dew on morning grass,  

kneeling side by side, wrists braided in grass, a ritual of reunion—  

body leaning into body, each curve and contour consecrated.  

Unbound unknotted unmeasured bodies  

singing in space newly claimed.  

Desire is no verdict nor spoils of war,  

but a steady flame cupped in open hands,  

a mutual unveiling of hearts unbarred.  

Here flesh is prayer, not pawn,

each breath a bridge to freedom.  

Will you join this pledge of equals,  

where wonder thrives in liberated flesh?