.i’m the pocket of an old winter coat

The cure for pain is in the pain,

so it’s there that you’ll find me.

Until again I forget,

and again he reminds me,

“Hear my voice in your head,

and think of me kindly.”

Let me be, let me be..

You’d only make the softest sound,

like sugar pouring into tea.

Darling let your Self pour down

and dissolve into the Love

who revealed himself there quietly to me…

(Jesus have mercy on us.)

— mewithoutYou

(photo by me)