through her he was to know god by pd lyons

through her he was to know god

she brought him inward

through a darkness full of wonder

empty of fear

she shared him mysteries

free from all that was jagged

it was not big

it was not seduction

it was an encompassing healing

a grace full of joyful weeping

silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On November 25, 2018 at 1:41 am

    Thanks for the latest two poems. You are indeed giving The New Yorker a run for its money!  Enjoyh the rest of the weekend, and God bless. e/s

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    • pdlyons  On November 25, 2018 at 1:05 pm

      wish i had the money to run like the new yorker. thank you

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