12.12.15
a birthday began in bareness
buns on a boulder
overlooking bright sunrise
beacon of warmth
beautifully caressing flesh
all of me, vulnerable
and strong, still breathing
breathing stilly, strong
with 100 brothers of Taizé
and the order of all
Nations belting into earbuds:
"See I am near,
says the Lord...
See I make all things
new..."
the oceans and mountains
embracing me from every side,
I was born a breathless baby,
let me not forget my small
brevity as my body bursts
with bewitching beating blood
baptised in the breakingdawn
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