Intimacy For The Broken

I come from a place

Of apparent strength

They do not know

How much I belong here

Broken seeking mending

For the umpteenth time

Tools to help us cope

With this unrelenting

Seduction

By One from whom

We seek escape

And yet desire

Love has wounded us

We have allowed

The wound to bleed

A prayer for intimacy

The brave full-throated

Cry for more is signed

With scant regard for safety

A bony ageing hand

Goes up to clasp

The throat that gasps

Our free and petrified assent

Astonished eyes behold

What Love has bade us

Yet to climb 

ELECTRUM

My Lord and my God
My God and my All

My Lord 
My Life
My Love

Come to me in electrum
White-gold glow
Of your beautiful Face
Shining upon my darkness

Enlilghtening

And even though
My eyes are closed
I can see your Smile

Brightening 

I am at Peace
I am in Love

CONNECTIONS (Seeking Ourselves)

It is not death 

No twelve-year issue

Of blood

We do not have

The certainty of the father

The faith of the woman

Touching His hem

For the healing

And the rising

Not for us the definite

Unquestionable answer

We have had expensive treatment

For life’s most chronic ills

Returning now outpatients

Of uncertain futures

Not as well healed

As we had hoped

We sit at table

In the thunderstorm

Shielding ourselves

From its ferocious drenching

Shielding our souls

Staring from vacated minds

Sharing disconnected phrases

In the hope that something

Kind will arrive to occupy

The emptiness

But no such guest has come

Or else we were not at home

To grant it entry

When it called

And in the passing

Of the storm we part

Without a word walking

With unhurried steps

On different paths

Seeking ourselves

In places where we had not

Searched before

LUNA

Ocean heaves a deep

Sub sonic song

Wave and sound

Will wash upon

The waiting

And not before its time

This is love

A delicate fine delight

Powerful passion

Pure patience

Keeping its distance

Until the appointed

Hour

In due time

They will meet

And give birth

IT WILL SPRING AGAIN (In Memory of Maura)

I went faithfully

Among bare trees

When life was cold

And hope obscure

And grief like frost embittered

In my taut and tightened heart

Dried out

Cowhide

Stretched

Kneeling beside her grave

With my backside in the air

To kiss the damp and grey

Brown earth instead of her

And aching to touch

And aching for some kind

Softening warmth

To Spring

And it Sprang, so it did

For a while

And it will Spring again