nathanael.ink

you cannot resolve. as I have resolved. I cannot bare another claim against me. my bones will be weeds
when my body tells the earth “I
have come back…”

it is liken to the day I envisioned her face
looking back deeply at me;
us both stretched on some hospital beds and we will know then that we tried
to ready our bodies for Unnatural light..
she will know then that she has tried, and I will say “for sure you have tried…”
and in her last breath she will breathe out that she always intended to
have come back…

I swear our bodies have been undone from the same tie
the same twist of skin all bodies are molded in
the Architect’s bin of bones and minds and souls
our two were one but as He spread out the meekest shell of a modest man
the Spirit thought to split the one up even less
now the two bodies wear two separate souls… wondering when each will be modest enough a one
to find themselves a way to share what little is left of oneself… lo, the Lord has done this thing; not that we should find new bodies to wear when we love…
but to be.. and to let un-molded bodies re-meet …