Command these stones to become loaves of bread…
         Throw yourself down…
         All these I will give you, if you will worship me…

                  —from Matthew 4.3-9

Power to command,
control, to force—
I want.

Safety from hurt,
from risk, from limitation—
I crave.

Fitting in, being right,
well thought of—
I insist.

Solitude strips me
of them. Leaves me
with you alone.
And stone.
And height,
the broken bone of fear,
and being
alone, a soul
solely being.

I fast from needs
I did not need. So freeing.
Their teeth let go
till only you I need,
and only you remain,
blessing the broken bread
of me, now new, now freed:
my bread, my life,
my pain, my fullness,
my love.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

February 28, 2020

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