POEMS

 

The Soul’s Answer

Before dawn,
O silent Friend,
My being stilled; adorned,
In spotless wool.

You invite me - Your delight!
O mine!

I do!

 

The Bride

O weaned child that is my soul within me.
Loved into being and being now in love.

Married!

A family bequeathed.

Within you alone we glisten, as dew-stars on Petrine petals,
Pollinating poppies and snowdrops with eternal springs.

Proclaiming,
In the breaking of You.

Until the lightning flash and all is new.

 

The Voyage

My breathing Friend.
Am I to limit You - I Am?

When in Truth I adore You in Holy everything.
All scarlet dancing rainbows,
In all surprises, changing faces, red breasts - and silent knowing.

You are the happiness - exploding from the mountain and the desert.

For little tilling dust-suns.
Clothed in Love, and fed forever.

 

Real Presence

A child’s soul detached.
Butterflies listening.
In absence of sense, and imageless eternity.
Effortless - asking nothing.
Mouth-to-mouth - unseen.
Unknown.
Love’s speechless bliss.
Deeply dancing happiness.

Purely beholding hearts.
The features of your ever-present abyss.

 

Creatures

In all things,
Within I sense.
And breath the sweetness of your breath - of You!

Because You who are,
Breathed.

And of your breathing,
Me!

 

Snowmen

Scarlet earth-mud.
Wool and snow.
Still now,
Remade in thanksgiving.

 

Holy MAtrimony

For ages past
and ever.

Within that yes,
A second’s clean trembling.

Life from life’s chaste flesh,
And lustless union.

Rubbing salt and being.

Heaven prompts a yielding.

Make us one!