I’ve been away too long—
there are miles to go.
I’m tired and broken—a pot in shards,
but I tell you, there’s a brilliance burning
I’m trying to get out,
a searing light streaming from the cracks and the holes and
I’m shouting hallelujah down on my knees.
I will tell you—if I had a prayer—and I do,
in every breath or the spaces between,
in every tattered thread of me,
O God, not above, not below, but equal to
the unbearable light of this naked soul,
the burning thing I came here for.
Oh, yes, I look for the day
when everything’s broken,
when nothing’s left of pots or shards,
standing here in no thing but this
glory and nakedness.
© 2014 Shoshana Wolfington