THE TOUCH (Uncover These Wounds)

I have fallen in a heap
Of stones on the beach
At the quieting of the evening

Waters gathered up

As milk in a basin 
In the crook of a mother's arm
A place to uncover wounds

Wounds heavily bandaged
Wounds un-nameable
Wounds that I protect

From touch for fear
Of further pain too much
For me to bear

Uncover these wounds
For I have run out of options
Every treatment tried

I am hemorrhaging
And have not even strength
To touch the hem of Christ

But let The Touch come upon
The waiting of the open sore
That I have become

I can do no more than wait now

(Killiney Beach August 29, 2013)

LOVE CRIES

Love cries

Because it loves

Its tears selfish

And not selfish at all

It cannot bear absence

Not loving the one

For whom it would

Give its whole life

If it could be measured

It would have

The length and depth

Of tears

Floods and Oceans

For Love is water

In all its shapes

And temperament

And when I die

Do not put sweet words

On my lips

I will not say

That I am only gone

To the next room

I will not ask you

Not to cry

I should not tell you

Anything about how

You should grieve

But if I would

I should ask you to cry

And cry as you must

Until the time for letting go

And I would ask for the flowers

Of your garden

Cascading their fragrance

Like incense all around

About us as testament

To our loneliness and loving

The loving that is perfected

In all its expressions