My True Face

In the crucible of my inner cauldron, I see:

My True Face.

A face of flame

and darkness.

Of gentle rain

and forest soil.

A face that destroys and transforms.

Conceals and reveals.

Softens and comforts.

A face in which dreams are planted

and deep roots take hold.

Sacredly held in cauldron’s embrace

for few can survive its seeing.

Showing instead my face only partial.

Waiting in hope that there will one day be

One who can see fully and still remain.

copyright Lauri Ann Lumby

Artwork copyright Catherine E. Case used with permission

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