Water the seed in the sacred wound the sacred womb the resurrection tomb
the dream of you that was god's own brew that you never knew waiting as you grew
the greatest gift bestowed to you
watered by so few yet innately true the forms love takes that your first form knew.
Let the womb the wound the way cook you shape you
from here we pray.
Let that prayer that calls the core rise up the dream thats only yours.
Crack through
your own skin with the will you find in the parts of you you left behind.
There's new life down there
in the wound your birthright treasure the greatest boon.
It waits in silence for the day that you finally stop running away
for you to meet all tender places and after all this time show us your secret faces.
~ Matthew Liam Gardner
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