Cold Sea.


A/N: Inspired partially by this song.


After the cold sea
Come home to me,
A climb from the northern mountains and sea waves,
This is where we prayed
To come all away—to be brought the sun
In faith from our footprints, arrived from broken stones,
Without a word to say, made from dust to bones
Born from a tempest to drown in the darkest
To the rhythm in memorial songs,
In our small echoes of rage,
As the fog lifts into time passed,
Being broken under by abstracting shores
Inside—remembrance, weeping down
Into the trees and leaping blood of the cedar tree,
Into God’s womb.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.



Categories: Poetry

Tags: , , , , , , ,

19 replies

  1. Omg. I was in blithe reading this. Pure magical ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Oh wowza, this is stellar–straight from the heart–I LOVE it!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Absolutely beautiful, Lucy ♥

    Liked by 1 person

  4. “Without a word to say, made from dust to bones,”. Yes!!!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: