Strange Waters

We crossed the threshold carefully,
as one would enter a wound.

We entered pain knowingly
so we could wake what grief
held in sleep.

What was blind
opened all its eyes.

Silence opened its many throats.

Then fear arrived to close it.

Fear slowly narrows every mind it enters.

But beyond it, the universe is always expanding.

Every door splits into two doors,
then every two doors split again.

The future remains uncertain,
so that what is unknown
can still be saved.

The moon fell quietly
through all our certainty.

The horizon ruptured-
the heavens failed,
and the sky collapsed.

We inherited these wounds,
that the dead might rest.

And where crowns borrow halos,
suffering soon becomes sacred.

Love is best
when left untouched.

It opens where
no hand closes.

At last the flesh surrenders
what it borrowed.

We do not petition the sun
to soften to our suffering.

Nor ask for impossible respiration
to breathe for us in strange waters.

Reviews

[carl]

An abundance of hope in three lines - just one of my favorites among an amazing write - carl
"The future remains uncertain,
so that what is unknown
can still be saved."

[William Kremer]

"We do not petition the sun
to soften to our suffering.

Nor ask for impossible respiration
to breathe for us in strange waters"

Great finishing lines on an overall very well written work, good job.

I'll be the contrarian and state that; I definitely do petition the sun to soften my suffering hahaha.

[Davidgeo]

Very nice writing.
There is depth to your water.