From the briny depths

of jagged disrepair

my heart journeys


to the healing of his voice

He says my name as if

no other has flown

through those lips,

though I know better

His eyes find me

across a crowded room

I’m looking into

the nest of my soul

and the home of my heart

Lifted by his love

I rise from the deep

to the heavens

caught up in levitation

to gather an

answered prayer

from the hand of God

copyright 2006  rhonda lee richoux for EJK

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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