practice…

practice

there is no shortage
of time
no absence of opportunity
each chance
presents itself
not pure and clean
as the anticipated sacrifice
ought to be
but filthy
in need of attention
a good combing through,
an examination of all parts,
holy and unacceptable

the language this heart speaks
in the abundance
of time
the presence of opportunity
each chance
grasped
with trembling hands
is not fluent and nurturing
as the dialect of absolute love
ought to be
but is halted, broken
in need of attention
a good combing through
an examination of all parts
holy and unacceptable

it is here
in this practice
of pressing
crisp, bracing, necessary
grace
into my
blue tinged
oxygen starved
lungs
do i
exhale
and
ease my stuttering

©2010 adc

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