Honey & Lemon

    
                  Honey & Lemon
Life is this,  layer upon layer of joy and pain.
confusion, clarity.
honey and lemon.
There is no greater joy than this.
to be seen, to be made each day, slowly, concisely in his image.
They are perfectly formed.  They of my body, of my very blood and bones.
It is they who were made to see me first.
They will always hold the secret closest to my heart.
To know my children know the truth;
What greater joy can is there than this?

The Russian writer works my mind reminding me of reality
"Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man."

There is more, he whispered.
My love, my beauty is greater than all of these.
I don't believe it yet.
I don't believe I am of this nature.
I don't believe I am seen in this way, loved to capacity
Though it was you who showed me these words:
"Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.”
It might be true.
I must be.
I may be.
I could be.
I will be.

I will be like the "soul at dawn, in darkened water that slowly begins to say, thank you, thank you."