I waited for you, casting nets on the ocean floor
into the deep, I reached
into the wading pond of death, the cornerstone of life, I held my hand into the strong wild belly
unable to see beyond my intent, beyond my engagement with my momentary truth, my part of the telling of a story that has so many sides, voices, faces and realities
I waited for you as if you were a hand on the clock making its rounds.
I waited for you as though you were an entertainer about to perform.
I waited for you as if you were one of many fish confused and bewildered by my hidden trappings.
I waited for you, until the pain grew great, and crying out, I fell under an enormous wave. I played tricks with myself, writhing and chasing, dreaming and replacing. Analyzing every piece I had cut away from your tapestry.
I cried out under the weight of what I'd woven
I cried out from under the sea
Your hand wrapped mine and we journeyed together. Your words " Just say it. Just say what is true for you without the charades."
Four words, an alchemy so challenging to embrace, " I am in pain" gushed forth from a dark fenced in place.
" I am in pain, " you said, " is a full sentence."
So I said it again, " I am in pain."
I am in pain, Beloved. I am in pain.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Friday, April 22, 2011
Love Letter 358 Every Supper
Dear One
I sat at the empty table (and waited for You)
in front of the empty bowl (which you might fill)
my hands were empty
my heart, empty too
filled with longing,
I waited for
YOU
Beloved,
Oh,
On the Third Day YOU Rose Again
to Remind Me
YOU are the table
the bowl
my hands
and my heart
I Love You,
Your Beloved
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Love Letter 357 There is Nothing to Adore but this
why god put you here for me to adore
is the mystery
i will not solve
with my lips in tandem with my shiny little mind
i must join
the mystery
at its core
where no else can go
but the mystery
then I will know
what no one knows
then I will know
how to celebrate the gift
without
unwrapping
unwrapping it
just like you,
I will KNOW God's Love
as if
IMPLICIT
in the gift
god gave me YOU to adore
so I would stop
asking
questions
I Love You,
Your Beloved
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