Salvation.

Can it ever be overdue?

Isn’t it always due? Every damn minute?

 

SALVATION:    

• to be delivered (or rescued) from peril

• preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss

• deliverance from sin and its consequences

• deliverance from the power and effects of sin

• a source, cause, or means of being saved or protected from harm, risk, loss, destruction

• the agent or means that brings about such deliverance

 

I can let go of so many of the beautiful paintings that adorn the walls of my inner castle

Painted with such care; attention; time; fine detail; insightful as a master

Might

I’ve sold so many at auction

for a heavy price I’ve paid

 

But the stunning beauty of the one of salvation

                                                                         Of the sunrise

                                                                                                 Knowing what is night

                                                                                                    Thickening the light

 

I can’t bear to part with that image.

Perhaps if it had been called by another name…

                                                                              as i am...

 

But because the sun has risen every single day for thousand of years

which is the way this love in my heart has risen towards you; with that steadfastness; that surety; that anchor that’s older than time; bigger than the sky; wider than an ocean

                                                                   feels so monumental; so ancient; it demands my respect

 

so although my heart is broken 

            at your unexplained disappearance

                    at the very black, shockingly silent, darkness of night,

 

And the bitter taste i must endure daily

of no new news; no idea where you heart vibe might dwell; no words to read; no music to hear; no joys to celebrate; no cubs to admire from afar; no travel stories; such riches have been robbed from me, all the sweetness gone; sour/salty/spicy/bitter only

 

I will allow this one vision to remain on the wall.

 

For no one else will ever, ever walk in this melded room in my heart

It is yours

Saved for salvation

for it has saved me already, even alone in this room with one image only, I am delivered

 

I am bitterly lonely walking alone right now in loveliness; i miss you dreadfully.

I think terrible, sad, heartbreaking thoughts about why you left in the night, so unkindly, with no words of comfort for my starving ears, like Hermia in a dark soundful forest, 

then thrust me without warning into a musicless life.

 

Muses break.

They fall off the shelf and they shatter to pieces, irretrievable shards   

                    So bloody to clean up.