Like fish dancing
in the warm ocean
we frolic in
the sea of love,
our bodies turning
and turning
around an invisible centre.
skin touches skin
gently like rose petals touch.
how do we speak
except by gestures
of the heart?
how do we know
except by loving touch?
Sea,infinite sea.
trusting the depths
giving ourselves away
with hands reaching
to touch again and again
Our medium is fluid,
no boundaries ,no edges,
washed here and there,
we paint our love
into being
our feelings the brush,
our hearts the canvas.
such impressions we make
Day: July 21, 2014
Suffering humanity
I am not a traditional Christian nor do I believe going to church makes you a real Christian which I discover was written about by Kiergegaard.Yet I believe there is a poetic truth in much of what it’s all about including Jesus as a symbol of suffering humanity.
After I had written the poem it reminded me of a song by George Harrison,My Sweet Lord.
I frightened my husband once when I was ill as I declared,I want to see Jesus…I didn’t want to die.. just thought it’s be interesting to meet him after all these years of hearing his name!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kNGnIKUdMI
Are nature and nurture at war?
Is Reason a queen or a whore?
Such questions waste time for
It’s not Either/Or
Let balance be what we adore.
Will this state or that one make peace?
Can such bare hostility cease?
We all must decide
Before more deaths arrive
Is it God’s palm or Satan’s we grease
Since atom bombs now rule us all
We live under their eternal pall.
Is this our direction
Or a human predilection
For banging our heads on brick walls?
We now hold a power so fierce
That all human hearts must be pierced.
Should we keep shopping
without ever stopping,
While our sweet Lord dies again in our wars.
