And I with it.
Sparkles of white, silver and gold,
Subdued to hues of blue, black and red,
Platitudes, latitudes and longitudes,
You are sure of where you stand, of where you stood.
But, it is not the stand nor the stance but the bow.
The bow, the bend, the break,
Broken, face down, humbled, contrite,
Melted soul poured thin but deep.
Deep is revealed down low, on callused knees,
Truth and grace gather in still places, solemn moments,
Head and soul breathe dust, wind bends the mind,
Spirit and heart inhale heaven, Fire refines the life,
Sight perfected in meek reflection, senses gained,
Strength attained in buckled knees, Wisdom summoned,
I stood…Sure, confident and steady
Blurred, dull, full of fantasy
With glittered abrasion I fell…broken, dizzy and sorrowful
Awake, sharp, full of clarity
Forehead, face, shoulder, belly, knees, toes… laid flat...kissing the ground
Sight, healing, understanding abound ….heaven touching earth.
As I remain...Bowed Down