If found a gift
If found a gift this
thorn in flesh
Then life’s
glory was for ever
My turning thing, the thing I treasured
Then joy and a
pearl feather
If beginning in water
and ending in wine
In the midst and
all the way through divine
Then was the wind
wine, the wine rain:
The writings of
an only daughter
If found of love
in being made of love
And in the thick
never more or less
Then this, my
river and my ink my breath:
All cradled life
and a pearled feather
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