- Cynthia Reynolds
song of being
a painting and poem, by Cynthia Reynolds
song of being
you have made me,
whispered to me in the depths of your love.
you have called me by name, counted out the hairs
you designed for my head.
quietly, you hold my hand as I wait in the darkness.
you fill me with longing, with a hunger
for light and bread and breath.
you open yourself to me
and invite me to step inside.
when I have nothing
see nothing
know nothing
you call me to burn like a candle
like a raging fire
always waiting with power and
gentle care
in the shadows.
you call me to
come into being
to fill my deepest well with your water
to walk one step at a time
one tear, one terror, one sigh
at a time.
in the utter dark you jangle your keys
shuffle your feet, clear your throat
scrape your breath across my cheek.
I cannot lose you
even if I try
Cynthia Reynolds (2019)
