chuck devarennes - poem


Touch

Come with me into the blistering jungle heat
which sweats this striving,
blurring all distinctions between soaked souls.
O walk through the imaginary terrors
eating holes in our strength.
We can be slippery strong,
long as snakes and supple swift,
caring, living fearlessly.
Your tortures are the shapers
of my reborn purpose.
I know where I am and where I am going,
bound up willingly with you.
With you this heat is a greenhouse
to grow the shoots of my spirit.
I now run on rolling roots
powered and purified in your glow.
Your wounds are my mission,
and my healing is in yours.
We are bound together,
freer than ever from the uncertain demons
which grow like fungus in the darkness.
O watch the changing lights,
hear the hypnotic bells
that burst gently inside us
the way I burst into another world inside you.
You dissolve my chains.  You purify me,
with you I know holiness.
I know God's touch.

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