My prayers have become bile.
I wonder about the intercession from groans.
My groans have dissipated into acid.
Bile has become the place of communion.
I don’t know what bile speaks to God,
but the primordial fluid is intervening for me today.
I taste it.
The bitter burn is the prayer.
I trust my body speaks and knows what
cannot be contained in the stanzas of a dirge.
© jillosburn 2016
I wonder about the intercession from groans.
My groans have dissipated into acid.
Bile has become the place of communion.
I don’t know what bile speaks to God,
but the primordial fluid is intervening for me today.
I taste it.
The bitter burn is the prayer.
I trust my body speaks and knows what
cannot be contained in the stanzas of a dirge.
© jillosburn 2016