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Poetry || SubmissionsWalking Papers (Friday’s Psalm)By Valerie M. Russo Weary Spirit I watch you wander. Torn muscles, despairing eyes, sorrowful heart, limping trying to find a place to claim your own safe refuge. Arms open I die to embrace you, shelter you. Keep you from the cold darkness, the abyss threatening to drown you. Overwhelm both you and I. I wonder why I feel so strongly your need. When you, yourself, tell me to stay away. Fearful of the power, the abyss has over you, scared it might claim me too. Your demons becoming mine, ours. Yet, you fail to realize that my demons are the same you face everyday when you look in the mirror. For our fates are so intertwined that they fail to appear as singular when scrutinized closely. But instead are as tightly paired as the double helix Of a DNA strand, Curving and spooning around each other. The blueprints of two lives, combined, conjoined, trying to materialize new life. The evolution of the soul. Weary spirit, I engage you, wish you godspeed. May your sojourn Bring you home. So that your dirty feet and worn soul may be washed in the basin of my lonely tears and be replenished at the oasis of my desert reservoir which I will water and tend everyday so that you may drink. May your journey liberate that hurt child who peers out from within. May he find a home and be at peace, no longer needy. Let the worries dissipate and the air be clear so that your lungs may fill to capacity and refuel your tired body. The path you choose, I pray, let it be clear of stones, if it is not, let your bloody feet find their way to my healing palms so that I may be the salve that balms your feet with my grace. Weary one, let your journey be expansive. Receive its lessons, its enlightment but do not over do it. Let it come to a close so that the life cord which I extend from deep within my uterus not snap or break if overstretched. Keep the map of my love close to you. Read its words and gifts with your inner eye. Let their power glow inside you. Let them flow intravenously through you. Use them to deliniate and guide you. I will wait outside your door. He who leaves always returns. It is the Tao of the universe. Matter can never be destroyed. Men are never quelled only transformed. May Buddha hold you in his path. May you journey in a circle. I pray: May you come home. May you come home. May you come home. Safe and whole. Valerie M. Russo is a writer, poet and graduate student. She was born and raised in Spanish Harlem, NYC. She received her B.A. in Anthropology from the Hunter College of the City University of New York. Once awarded the Langston Hughes Award for Writing, she currently works as a Copy Editor in the ever-unfaltering City of New York. Today's Situation
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