“your life is hidden with Christ”

Wrapped in your own appendages Fetally bowed: Warm, blind, elastic Gently burrowed Swaddled, Swallowed. By the soft skin of Your mother’s fluid Arms Under brown earth Under dragging feet, under The whimpers and Shouts and snarls Of Toil. Your heart beats loud With the hum of Happy Solitude. Awaking then to Endless, White, Blankness (here, … Continue reading “your life is hidden with Christ”