What of me is bleeding?

All of me is bleeding.

What of me is grieving?

All of me is grieving.

What of me is silent?

All of me is silenced,
all about me prayer.

Urgent emergings

rising from my soil

itching surprises;

nothing surrounding

ladened rebellions;

the Wind espousing,

needful pairings;

all of me journeying,

I walk stumbling.

Some One's on the Way.

"Come toward me 

all you weary ones;

I will wash your feet

I will ease your hearts."