Treasure Island

L C Vieira

(Lisbon, Portugal)

I Rejoice in Your Snore

...and now your snore
rocks me again
to turn and rise for
one more word,
oh, there are two,
and now three more
Already said
but still must be,
so one more time
so that I hear -

Past shingle thorns
scratching my side,
and my cold doubts,
that pinch-y pride,
still I defy and won't deny -

Still Jesus.
Always Jesus for -

It IS finished.

...but He is not.


I leap to write what must be done,
then soon return
to catch your calm.

Then there I peek
at what I love
inside your doubts
and confidence.

I find your dreams
and birthing place.

I rest again
within your snore,
and I Rejoice
that there is more.

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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Easter Monday morning

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