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Five-Minute Writing Challenge on CLEAR

 

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Once

I inhaled the sharp

first breath and knew

 

my place.

I won’t say I understood.

Not that, maybe

never that.

 

But I stood

upon the grass,

ran fingers through the trickling

wet and

laughed,

 

oh

how I laughed.

I loved the bird

song, the ripe taste

of cherries, the feel of

his touch.

 

I learned and commanded.

I named.

I knew and was

known.

 

Always I listened for the lilt

of Your voice, waited

to be found in the cool

dusk

 

where You walked with me

until the stars sang.

 

Then,

then.

 

I reached out

for the dark and pulled

it over the world.

 

I am a child,

a clanging gong,

seeking,

I have lost Your

voice.

Now I see but dimly,

as in a darkened

glass, and I

despair.

 

I thought I left

You in that green

garden,

but then the patient

mountain lifts me

to Your place where

all along You

have been,

protecting,

trusting,

hoping,

persevering.

 

I am shattered and so I

see You only in

pieces, slivers of the

truth I knew.

 

I will hold to these;

my burning fingers will bear

the scars of grasping You.

I will hold and breathe and hope and

wait

 

to remember.