Mâlain Diaries 23 - Agape Grounded
Roman foundations here
out last
drought and fire, seigneurs,
mairies, witches drown under
this priest; praised
under another.
Still under,
their smooth white steps
carry children playing,
potted geraniums or
women in red stilettos.
Expertly unchanged
for 3,000 years.
I long for love so unreserved
that its road never sinks
but steadily rises its solid
hands up to meet me.
Hands that may hold me
steady; make me feel secure.
Keep me on course.
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