My Lord Has Many Faces

I speak from this space
Where my Lord has many faces. 
I speak from this space
Where silence is divine, 
The quiet of a garden before dawn. 

The trees and gardeners
Bear joy,
Though the tomb is solid rock. 
The depth of stillness 
Is a space between two: 
Space to breath in one’s soul,
Anima and animus as one. 

A tree may grow between, 
But my Lord has many faces;
From my Lord flows the silence I speak.

Published by Marushka

I dream curiosity and write words that change brains.

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