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