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.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
February 28, 2020