Onward!

All of eternity extends before us,

a deep golden breathing, steadily expanding,

rising, and falling, gently.

Your rhythms overtake us,

and our clean routines lie on the floor,

limp, lifeless, and stale.

But this strange living substance,

your Spirit that draws near,

flowing, pulsing, dancing, growing,

penetrates every shade and shadow

and secret.  And we have swelled

past the point of pain,

past the relentless knife of 

a righteousness that condemns,

and have found

pleasure

in being known 

in the most intimate places.

We have lost much!

But our grief is short-lived,

for we are long-loved,

and all fears dissipate with the dawn

of this breathing--this persistence,

this tenacity

this unquenchable hunger 

for more. And our appetites are sustained,

though never fully realized,

we are compelled forward,

ever forward,

by your providence.

As A Tree Has

(The words from "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer, rearranged.)

Lives, prest, never think that

a tree may wear

poems--and who can?

But that poem,

God made her lovely, intimatey.

Snow-hair, summer-breast,

leafy, sweet, rain-mouth,

make with

earth's hungry bosom.

A! To see a God-nest--a tree,

lain upon her arms--lifts all of me.

I, whose tree is like robins in the day,

whose tree looks in,

I shall pray

against fools only a-flowing by.

Decoding Beauty

What is it that makes someone so deeply captivating? I've searched for answers in your eyes, and am left completely baffled. All I found is the gravity of your gaze, the gentle pull that beckons me to dive in deeper.  Forgive me! For in me is this strange ambition to unlock the code of your Beauty, and to find, once and for all, its proper symmetries and proportions, and to tame it into a more calculable creature.  Again, I implore you, to forgive me! Forgive me for this insolence, this cowardice, this attempt to dumb down your Magnificence into measurable compartments. Know and understand that in my frail humanity is both a deep fear, and a great envy towards such scandalous beauty.  I've feared you for so long, for despite the distance I've tried to maintain, I've always had a keen awareness of your power to change, and rearrange the very fabric of my being! For who can encounter a tremendous force and leave unchanged? If only I could tear it into bite-sized pieces, then I could, perhaps reduce it into more manageable, comprehensible, and--what a haughty ambition this is--replicable forms!  But Greater Wisdom withholds me from such a foolhardy pursuit! She whispers in my ear all that I need to know--that the dissection of Beauty's intricacies would be the death of it--no--the death of me. Its soul is ultimately rooted in the unknowable, the sublime, the mysterious, the Divine. The question is if I am ready and willing to dive headfirst into it--into You--and all your convulsing energies, and accept the perfection of your persisting transcendence. 

Lover

How still you lie

in the womb of my imagination,

shape shifting 

with the tides of my desires.

I try to seek out your true form

and wonder if I've caught

glimpses of you

in my waking life.

Somedays I feel you stir

and am compelled 

to pray in the prophetic.

Have you ever felt

the soft whisper of my voice?

I've blessed you in the Spirit,

I've blessed you through our God,

and have learned to hope

that this faith has sent

ripples

through the pools of your soul.

My affections run deep

but to whom do they belong?

There are those who have come

rallying, claiming, pursuing,

but none have made a home for me,

none have stilled my 

restlessness.

To you alone I send this love, 

a surging torrent of dreams!

But I dare not ask that you make haste

for in this distance between us

lies a strange comfort. In here

is the steady pulse of transformation

from glory to glory

is how we traverse 

into each others arms.