Heather M. Browne- Two Poems

           

Let Me Press

I fall

rocks pressed

into knees - embedded

I pick & flick

dirt scrubbed – imprint rubbed

out

I trip

against my will

stumbling

over my chosen sin

against you

Not wanting to fall

onto my knees

Knees - imprinted - embedded

from the ground

Help me want your mark

remember this pain - debris

Dirty

I look up

to you -  arms outstretched waiting

Raise me, Lord

from my soles

to stand  - waiting for your rain

to wash

Let me press

my palms

upon your hands

open

hanging from my nails

in you

driven in

Imprint me

Let me scar

"For dust you are and to dust you shall return" (Genesis 3:19)

I come and kneel to you God

Your altar before me

Sacrificing my sin for you

I drop - splay out my palms

fingers open - wide like fronds

I wait for the burn of yours

trees of provision - fruit of life

Now burning

You give and you take away

You gave and I took me away

from you

As the flame separates and breaks down

So do I, when I separate from you

I break and fall

onto my knees Lord, asking for forgiveness

Let me wear your cross

singed of life

over my mind which forgets and ignores

The fruit of sin is death - both mine

I come to you Lord

burnt and broken, dust and ash

once again nothing without you

Raise me Lord out of this flame

purify me in you

I am here and ready

Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and recently emerged poet, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, , Electric Windmill, mad swirl. MCI just published her chapbook, We Look for Magic and Feed the Hungry.

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