Fountainhead

Everything can grow old
Even our desires
Tears and exclamations
That’s what’s ridiculous about
Language, trying to explain it
Tired and ashamed
Of my human incapacities
Every day and every breath
Breaking the cycle
For what has been done
Unto me
I am re-loved
Even when I feel unlovable
Understanding shines on me
With a grace for which
I feel undeserving
Buried alive in self doubt
I speak to my body
I cling to thee
Like a crippled leaf
On a half broken tree
With concrete resilience
Jesus, Guadalupe, Green Tara
Mother of all beings
Someone please save me

© GÄ