I wrote this one last night under the influence of a can of Boneshaker. It concerns my decompression from my thesis. I hope you like it! 🙂
I feel a quietness suffuse my soul,
A calm that rolls through me like seaward tide.
I feel the gentle loss of stern control
That comes on me when I let go of pride.
It doesn’t matter what the page will say;
It matters little where the footnotes fall.
I wrote a cogent text, in my own way,
Because I felt its urgent, whispered call:
I can live out the joy, the vibrant grace
That is my birthright from the holy flames;
I must discern a loving, welcome space
Where all my friends can hear Love speak their names.
My text is holy, full of living fire,
Because it joins true love to fierce desire.