I Am Said I (Huruma)

Across the field to dawn at sea a corner in the midday sun beneath the sky at night alone within his heart the warrior waits for death the watchman waits for dawn to this have I been called to wait on God a moment forever in expectancy of surprise.

A hoarse groan  Echoes in the cave That you have become Death has been mining Digging out the rich Mineral of your life Haunting your emptiness Breaking our closeness Apart Not knowing what Your eyes are trying To say Their pleading And the fear That you want me To leave before it’s time We no longer know How to be With each other A tautness has entered To replace the ease Learned of lifelong Intimacy Parting is approaching And we are not able For it

I feel September In my bones The cool air of Autumn On my skin The colour of Summer On my face And peace within The youth grown suddenly tall Returning in the joy of festival freedom A church bell tolls The passing of the Hours The turning of the days And night lengthening It will soon be time To go inside With quiet reflection New lessons learned And all things gathered To the fire and to the soul The warmth that keeps us Through dark seasons New beginnings and fresh hope

He left home A stranger The heat of winter's Fever burning On the wrong Side of everything While she claimed The honour  Of a  superior choice He wasn't worth A word of farewell Did silence tell That they might never Meet again? (January 2020)

Bare tree Naked rosebush Spiking the dawn Dripping drops of dew The tears I cannot shed My heart a mayhem of crows Swooping on a single seagull Outside in the Green Where we played by day And partied by night Until grief disfigured our joy Love fatally fractured The man has died He who became my enemy We made our peace A defrosting Long before it was too late Yet still a broken legacy Remains The wounds of hate The scars of love Debris of human frailty We must stand still And wait for God To win the victory For us all (January 2020)

Vera icon True image of Christ Imprinted on the towel Of her kindness Love did not allow Her to be cautious Self-conscious It thrust her Into the path This bloodied battered Body Christ in degradation Etching his sacred Countenance Upon the soul of one Who attends to those Most in need of mercy

Bare stalk of tree thrust Claw into gut of sky And mine Winter-sharp vision I can see and feel Everything Labour pains Dying throes Pangs of birth In tandem Subconscious memory Playing out Beginnings and endings Fresh flesh failing Body bent in pain And adoration The spirit is willing Pre deliverance restlessness Upon us Mother and child All over again Curled up in bed Whoever lives Whoever dies I do not know how I can survive Without her