A Path Through . . .

(Found here ) only one thing is needed— to look at him and lay your dazzled brow upon his burnished feet and weep, weep for the days you looked away, for the wounds you gave when you were busy loving lesser things. look at him and drink from his calloused hands water and blood. look at him and receive his scorching gaze— eyes that pierce the night and strip you bare. for too long, he says, you have been striving, scraping empty wells for water that was never there. ~Abigail Moma