Hands tied
Rope cuts into flesh
Over the edge I die?

Saved by four loves:
Daughter, lover, neighbor, brothers.
Gather round,

Help me stand my ground,
Sense the change,
Warmth in my heart.

An open heart
Can be a sharp heart,
Cutting enough to be free.

A razor,
Now in my hands.
I cut the rope,

Make a length
With which to measure,
Myself.

Unbound hands
Give thanks.
I look around,

Fingers can count,
Hold a pen to write,
Touch gently, caress

Unbounded love.
I know my limits,
My joy has none.

Theme for 2009

Jamie Coats    February 2009