The Begging Bowl: a poem for love

If I let go of my doubt, then I need to fill the space with Faith.


I want to watch my humiliation turn into medicine.
I want to turn my pain over and over like wood on a lathe
until it’s a bowl that I will serve you edible flowers from.

It’s mercy that makes art of these agonies.
And finally learning that eventually,
we will all beg for love,
proudly.


 

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If I let go of my doubt, then I need to fill the space with Faith.
Eventually, we will all beg for love—proudly.

 

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