Forty days and forty nights,
she roams the desert plains.
Cloaked in tatters,
wearing her garment of grief,
lost in the wilderness of her mind.
Calling out, listening for a reply,
an echo to the walls of her heart.
Following the drumbeat
set by her feet.
Enslaved by its rhythm
always onward, forward.
Until she can no more!
She surrenders, gives in to exhaustion
willpower failing her
salt tears pooling mud
her love roots into the clay
Her bleeding heart blooms red
showers of petals set alight,
thorns sprouting a trailing vine,
paradise is found.
Poem by Hettienne http://alchemicalmarriage.blogspot.com
Painting by Hettienne ' Living Waters'
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on this wonderful pilgrimage of Mary.
blessings
Oh she is just beautiful. Love the tilt of her head and sad eyes. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYour poem and Mary are beautifully matched....perfection!
ReplyDeleteSweet dreams,
Ruby
Powerful post with your art and your poetry ~ (A Creative Harbor) ~ aka 'artmusedog'
ReplyDeleteSurely, she must have felt cast into the wilderness with grief over losing her son in the earthly plain.
ReplyDeleteLove the graceful sway, Hettienne,
ReplyDeleteI am speechless after reading these words. They set me in her presence. The drawing is divine in every aspect.
ReplyDeletePeace
As always, your Lady takes my breath away. Thank you, thank you.
ReplyDeleteShe looks just you Hettienne♥
ReplyDeletedreamy, thoughtful, what are her thoughts?
ReplyDeleteA feast for the eyes and the heart, lovely to connect here with you Hettienne. x
ReplyDeleteOh my what a lovely post, Hettienne! The poem and painting are both incredible.xx
ReplyDeleteAlways a treat for the eyes when I visit here, Hettienne - beautiful painting and words.
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