Aching for Living Stories of What Never Was

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Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where my belly has swelled with life
and the union between my lover and I
has entwined into physical forms
and breathed?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where the children who were never able to be conceived in this reality
are alive and well and dancing
as they endlessly strew their vibrant and pulsing colours
throughout my saturated days?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where these offspring are birthing versions of myself
that would be impossible for me to evolve into
while blockaded by my barren state?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where my choices
and the betrayals of my body
have not pronounced the final verdict
and where my lavish fruitfulness is unfolding
unencumbered
in the creation of persons
with countless future generations on the edge of greeting me
as we bleed across the threshold
into the realm of eternity?

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Passage of the Storm

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the landscape never desires the storm
and yet this destructive force pounces, uninvited
its fury seemingly unable to be spent
uprooting ancient traditions of trees
hurling away gathered treasures
decimating budding flowers
all while voiding the world of colour and imagination

starkness

desolation

a period of mourning ensues

and yet encoded in the DNA of Life
is its inability to be entirely destroyed
along with an activation key
for transformation

this begins reflexively
in intermittent, gasping breaths
eventually in growing defiance of what has been ravaged
building momentum
until it looks around and sees
that the storm has smoothed away rough edges
sharpened what was yet untried
unearthed previously unknown gems
and enriched the soil with deposited nutrients

although always wistful of its pre-storm state
the land intuits that this is ever-living in the Memory of Time
and lays claim to what it was, what it is, and to what it can become

fortified with a deepening awareness
life surges for the thrill of its own glory and expansion
fashioning complexity upon complexity
the re-formed landscape valiantly acknowledging its place
in the continuously unfolding
Story of the Universe