Tuesday, November 23, 2010

stretch

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when poetry reads me, or i meet
the ocean to feel the salt sprayed air
inside my chest; when music heals me
hears me and sears me; when pictures
catch the best of life; when flowers stretch
and work their details out up on the stem;
when hands meet hearts, and warm bodies
still my bloodline's anxious ripples; when
breathing begets breathing forgets death,
when somehow i survive my latest breath
it is then, and only then,
that I believe in God.

4 comments:

meandmykaleidoscopeheart said...

i love it.

Mama said...

Love this. Thank you.

Pieter Goossens said...

Ashley, did you get my e-mail and facebook message? I'm really curious to read your reaction :)

afterthoughtcomposer said...

I did! :)