An introductory poem to the site:
I survive each day dodging the jagged edge of a sickle.
Some days it tears into me, but this is what I tell it:
Tear at me. Tear into me.
You will only tear out a praise.
Pierce me. Pierce deeply.
I know One who was pierced, and His wounds swallowed you alive.
Peer at me from behind shadows, whisper darkness into me.
But remember, the candle lit within me–however small its flame–
exposes you for who
you are, and
you are fear,
you are death,
you are pain.
But you implode by your own devices as I speak
Praises, Celebrations, Gratitudes of the heart, all aimed upward, flowing inward and
overwhelming me anew with Love and Hope and, alas…an impermeable
by Noeline Piris Maldonado