~ By Courtesy of Others ~
I do not want it to ever be said
that I have overlooked even a single blossoming fruit
upon the Tree.
Oh my Lord, I do not wish to cling so blindly to Your spear,
that I fail to
notice the ripest of blossoms you proffer
in your extended hand, plucked for my
from the Tree upon which You hung.
Were I to do so, I would be like a faithless woman
who ignores her husband in
favor of countless paramours,
like mead without honey, bread without yeast, speech without substance,
I would be of little use to You
did I not accept that which is both terrible
and loving in your nature,
the pleasure as well as the anguish, the gifts as well as the fear.
manifold, My God, many-faceted.
And yet, with me, You are constant.
© Galina Krasskova,
Image: "Wotan takes leave of
Brunhild", Author: A.Bauer, Engraver: P.Jazet (19th century)
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