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The fruits of the spirit

So you thought

this heartbreak

would let up

 

that first draft

left a door open

And

with all that you had,

walked out

 

After years of work

you're tired

it would take a miracle

to start again

 

Somehow you did

and found yourself

learning to use

the ache

for more

 

You loved it into poetry and

mixed in peace through watercolor

It sprinted out with joy

at the end of a run

Welcomed some new friends

to share a holyday

And served that sent-home-slice

of Chocolate Pecan Pie

 

Lonely moves

Towards alone

And embraces

the heart

first

 

Wherein lies

the fatal

error

 

The patience a kindness

learned to offer the self becomes

fidelity with a presence too

good to be true

 

And so you're there and back again

Despised and rejected, was it?

 

This acquaintance of grief...

 

When it knocks

again

You invite it in

to sit at the table

like a long lost friend

 

"What do we do now?"

It asks

and You reply,

"We keep

making beautiful things"