Burst

 

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There are moments when we burst.

When we know all there is to know. Feel all there is to feel. See all there is to see.

We are the force that drives the green fuse through the rose. We are dappled things, couple-coloured, rose-moles in stipple and finches’ wings.

So we run and fly. We dance and we breath underwater. The spirit shakes and tremors us. We are fire and wind and stars and tulips.

Until God talks us off the ledge before we are carried away in Elijah’s chariot.

Before we burst like a melon.

And She plants our feet in the mud and sand of her earth. And sets us walking again.

Rani

with help from Dylan Thomas and Gerard Manley Hopkins

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