I let this wilderness excavate my soul Hard edged rain thrown from a raging sky Cuts quick across the exposed contours of my neck Hair gathered and whipped across my eyes And I will kneel in this dirt and beg to Be stripped down to the throbbing core Of what it is that We really are.
A crack of mountain thunder Vibrates along my spine And the wind even bends the tallest bodies of the pines Who reach their trembling arms high Above the cliffs And I am still clutching at the darkened sand at the edges of this Storm-whipped lake Heart beating wildly, half-afraid Of the violent power of this wild space.
But here, finally, in ecstasy, Like one released, I find that I am face-to-face With the missing pieces of my soul Cut off in jagged edges From the day that I was born, And it is only in the presence of haunted, Exposed wilds Sometimes high in these cliffs,
And sometimes in someoneβs eyes,
That I find myself again.
And so, like one who is often blind, I extend my hands out into the darkness Fingertips aching to find Another spirit that is formed of mountain storms and Rages wild.
Is it a blessing or a curse to always feel the rushing of love beneath it all?
"There's a craving that will never come to pass There's a hunger that will never cease to last There's an aching that lies deep within my soul For the promise that someday I could be whole."