Please well of grace, keeper of
thresholds, root and
belly of all endings, all beginnings,
lead me into exile
Source of memory and forgetting
garmenting me with skins of light,
of all names and no name,
of silence, voice and the still
point between
READ MOREWe rise
for the ancient prayer
for the dead
a pathway back
for the living,
Shma – listen, receive
what has been broken,
longs to return, open
the dark cramped places, let
walls crumble, let pain lift,
all the tired, overused burdens.