there is nothing subtle about weakness
it falls all around us and gathers in rain
a subject we place in a vessel, we
drink it alone - absent of pride or virtue
this weakness, we do not control its nature
we do not control neither its sorrow
collecting only its rain within
walls of our making, to sip
of its wisdom within a door well closed
there comes a holiness in absence,
founded in the core of surrender
uncommon its mercy, yet common in lesson
our heart marked as a porthole of transference
un-denied or un-turned - we stand in our
weakness
face up to the rain to touch
the gift is its kindness,
gifting its tears of pain sweet
and we taste of its promise
made in the hands of our living
there is nothing subtle about weakness
as falls deep within us, we drink of its rain
and covet its living....
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
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