Monday, June 4, 2012

impasse

Tissue-paper and wax
such fragile mountain ranges
between green grass-fields. Snow-capped
division of words holding us apart.


Warmth would melt it.
Servant's heart would bridge it.
Love would break a path.


With an impasse,
Someone must Give.


and give and give and give.
No equality in giving way,
unless a mountain moves.


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