the secret to weakness or strength

[witness_light]

anything you say can hurt me.
this is the truth.
i have no defenses except the brief shallow gasp of my touch.
to move swiftly, to wear weakness like wings.
the eternal starlit spinning of a girl who cannot help
the headlong stumble
into Everything.

the upside
is falling in love
on a regular basis,
like today in lecture when my left hand
tingled green like the voice of an elm tree
saying hello.
or how the afternoon light pierces me
in brightened brick walls
in the twinkle of frosty branches
in the crunch of snow.
or the way a slideshow of stars
being born, flinging light into the galaxy, singing a death song
made my chest ache
with wonder.

anything you say can heal me.
this is the truth.
i abandoned my defenses to better hear god's voice.
and i do. i do hear her voice.
every day she tugs my thoughts into focus, saying,
look! katie! another reason for love!

destruction & deliverance arrive daily
and i make lovers of them
both.