cure


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

the light beats down on me as I

crawl bleeding in the murk and sky

is dark oblivious or bright

and hurts my eyes shuts off my sight

in glare or grey oppress and suck

the moisture heavy makes and tuck

my knees into my spasmed gut

a shell at times a naked nut

smashed spread in crumbs or slime await

You with Your mercy to inflate

the spirit breath and blood to course

and fill my body from the Source

to drip as open I unfold

and give as You so often told

to feel a bride tending the guests

the Groom makes halls from chamber nests

so soak we all in Sweet and bright

suffused in grace's healing light

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