Guest guest Posted February 6, 2002 Report Share Posted February 6, 2002 One more crazy poem and I must bury my hands in the earth of my soul to find the face of my Beloved again. Mary was a gardener long before Jesus moved within her. I want to tell you all about her. How she ran to the olive tree and gave birth far from the village, how the angel of her simple heart stood guard over the birth of her love... Do you see this apple in my hand? I have eaten it seeds and all. It was I who knew Eve, and her daughters. God did this so that the delight of generations would sustain them, until the coming of the Dove. The next thing we all should do is be still. It is a fitting to end this drama. This silence. love eric Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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