Poetry By Sally Kahiu
We make beautiful
We find meaning in that which is breathed between us.
We find our creation; Mirrors of black, majestic, deity.
Souls rebirthed in mediation.
I chased after my benediction,
fettered by heresies.
The Chalice holding my tears hung on my neck,
I wouldn’t cast it off; my addiction.
But now I find that which you made beautiful,
The divinity that echoes in your breathing,
In that moment, these sweet walls of blackness,
Birth your purpose to give mine meaning.
©Sally Kahiu 2013