My Contribution to Heather's Muse Project, 2-19-2019

Scars (The word for Heather, supporting text below)

Now past 60, parts of me are spent
I was a prophet preaching
I was righteous unbending
I was sexual, polyamorous and confused
A company man
I now am a cold-hearted empath
Repeatedly being broken and rebuilt
A dry pond occasionally filling with tears
From witnessing acts of human grace
I tell you,
God’s gift is death
Be yourself or not

Heather Meglasson
This feels so beautifully raw. Thank you for your openness, your contribution and your consistency in showing up as messy amazing you, Richard!