Bare

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

Do I have any ?

that which many have

some limited some have in plenty

In one fell swoop

I could break and move out

of this treacherous worldly loop ➰

As I rest my back on a chair

looking at the crest of a man’s agony

stripped off all human essence, left in the bare

They say, that Cross was made of Pine

and for a Father to silently

witness His Only Son’s Blood flow like Wine

Might I still consider of setting my mind

low enough to hold in my palm

possessions enticing us; the eye so blind

For those who capture and own

loss is displeasure; a deep grief

and for the rest a surrender to The Unknown

Believe and live as if you hold nothing;

the earth, the sky, the waters and all

Let it be so now and till your final serving

@celina🕊️