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My soul is caught
\nAmong roots and shadows, like
\nA piece of silk caught
\nIn the branches of a tree
\nOr in a bush of thorns.
\nStill living
\nMy soul,
\nBlown out
\nOf its trappings
\nBy so much sorrow,
\nRemains
\nTethered by a thread,
\nA thread of presence and of hope,
\nThe end of which is wound
\nAround your outstretched hands,
\nIt streams from the fragrance
\nOf your spring-blossomed words,
\nIt is spun from the loom
\nOf your compassion.
\nAnd the reason I know this
\nIs because I stand among roots
\nAnd shadows, like
\nA piece of silk
\nCaught in the branches
\nOf a tree or in a bush
\nOf thorns, and I am still living,
\nAnd my soul, blown out
\nOf its trappings, remains tethered
\nBy a thread of presence and of hope,
\nThe end of which is wound
\nAround my own hands and streams
\nFrom my own spring-blossoming words,
\nIt is spun from a loom of compassion
\nI built and work at by candlelight
\nIn a moon-drenched room alone. And the reason
\nI know this is because I weep
\nAmong roots and shadows,
\nI flail among roots and shadows,
\nI panic among roots and shadows,
\nI shake and I scream and I die
\nA thousand times among roots
\nAnd shadows, like a fledging bird
\nCaught in a storm and is still alive,
\nMy blown out soul tossed
\nBy winds of shame and terror, remains held
\nSomehow, someway beneath the wings
\nOf a great and terrible love
\nThat will not let me blow away.
\nI know this because today I rest
\nUnder the shadow of his wings
\nAnd among the roots of her beautiful, all-
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