Our Raw Heart

Sent unto the shore
Every grain of sand
Rivers quicken remembrance
Carried by a grace
Running in our veins
Ashes within clay
Shaped upon an earthen wheel
Pour into this vessel
Drained and filled again
Temple to a nameless soul
Beckoning my restless ghost

From holes in my gut
To love from miracles
Silver climbed the walls
Eyeless looking on 
It's looking still
Drawn by a mortal thread
To an ever shifting weave
Known better by my bones
Than my eyes can see
Shrine to a silent call
Beckoning my restless ghost

Nothing left behind
Through my dark inside
The raw within
Sent reverence
For what has been given
In this shared life
The raw within

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