She Left, she Stayed II


Bereft, dry eyed I tried to piece My head together Recalling all that your  Gentle eyes, heart’d said~

Your departing words  Were prophetic but being  Your mirror image, I had To go through all the painful Phases to finally arrive at ~

You left, you stayed  My feet slow to full stops  When I see a Madonna’s gentle Visage, so replete with sorrow,  Love and understanding thereof~

Such salving succor soothes  And warms my bewildered Blunderings that I forget  The nicks and cuts rendered By razor tongues, destiny~

Roving countries  Various continents  Had warming encounters  With reaching out, beckoning  Eyes, gently chiding, forgiving~

I feel I’ve arrived  No longer abandoned  Light and warmth that the Church Madonna renders feels Same as the shawl you left behind~

You went, you stayed I was orphaned Not really You still Embrace~

(Feels rather sacred, this meeting~ I have great affinity to all the Madonna(s) I encounter in    various churches during our travels)


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