V. 2. / 64.) Thank You For The Bruising . . .

Thank you for the bruising

That softens my heart

Thank you for the inner fear

That divided me in two

Thank you for the split

Deep made my in brain

Where seeing, I saw myself

Raw, and I greatly feared

Thank you that in all this

You made me one with you

Thank you for the blinding

That my heart eyes might see

Thank you for the listening

That my heart’s ears might hear

Thank you for the speech

Which no one could understand

For the gift of confounding

Caught in a blind pillar of cloud

Thank you that in all this

You made me one with you

Thank you for not giving me

An easy way, not letting me flee 

Thank you that when I would 

Run away, I never could

Thank you for the love that 

Hurts, seeming, so back-to-front

Thank you for the gift of your 

Loving, intimate, beyond

Any human understanding 

Born in a fierce pillar of fire

Thank you that in all this

You made me one with you.

            Thank you for taking me up

In your arms,

And for lifting my feet far,

From any ground of knowing.

Thank you for the inner meeting

Where I was met,

For taking me till nothing of me

Was left,

And for making it all,

Not of myself . . .   . . .   . . .

Thank you that in all this

You made me one with you.

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