The Hunger
You invite me to your banquet,
I glimpse these sumptuous tables,
Rich with the sensuous lushness
Of nature’s sweet colors.
My mouth waters,
Yet my appetite is inviolate.
I hunger,
Yet I cannot eat my way
Through this starvation.
I pace the entryway
To your dining room,
Gaunt, tormented,
Wearing a path
In this rich carpet,
Just outside your door.
Sheridan Bushnell
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Union
Immersed in love,
I wade into the holy fountain,
Am birthed by innocence and wonder,
Delivered unto my Self.
Mirth embraces my heart,
Joy enters my soul,
Bliss finds me,
Seated in splendor.
Pierced by truth,
No armor, no shield,
Holy once more.
My hands no longer tied,
My voice silenced,
I spread my wings in stillness,
Flight unnecessary.
You receive me,
I enter,
Throw off my longing,
Softly relinquish to this symphony,
And become music.
Sheridan Bushnell
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Plumb Lime
First the flames
Tear down your house.
You weep and wonder.
Throw your hands up
In wild despair,
Until you realize,
When the burning ceases,
The embers speak,
Listen.
Sheridan Bushnell
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