I Am Said I (Huruma)

I want to fire Myself down Like the discarded Thing that I have Become With the irrelevant Hidden powerless Of this world In this singular Moment To be reclaimed By the Vision Of my First Love The purest bare Necessity A small Contemplative Opening Into memory Something bypassed Missed along the way Fleeting ruminations Unlearned prayers Tasted An altar boy On the bus home Fervent Legionary Catena on his lips Mary in his heart She that comes forth As the morning rising Fair as the moon Terrible as an army Such strange Minglings I prostrate myself Full stretched emptiness Arc into Interior On the cathedral floor Of my intense and infinite Yearning The all consuming truth Of who I am In the sight of God

Joy trickles Like a stream On moistened Rock In aridity A hummed tune Rising Emotional Memory stirred Slow dancing I have found My way here In the cold Breeze Of a strange Summer At noontime  To hear sacred Whisperings The gladness Of Your Presence And blessed Friendship Two lakes Two lives A sacred valley