Sovereignty, at first
is
a new sheet
hated most days.
Curdling
your comfort;
the cruel adjustment (of beginner days).
As you learn
the requisite taste
of indifference...
splitting your leaves.
They caution against your bones
like a bird's wings...
each day
a little, less
frenzy with surrender.
Droplets of faith;
a Christ Consciousness
dots your leaves.
They kiss your bones
wet Angel feathers
and God...
breathes more freely.
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