If you came the shock would knot raw space
Then we could not touch, hold or umbrace
Our minds would fall to pieces in the dock
The judgement sentence alienates the flock
If you came I think that I might die
Hoping for these years death was a lie
The gap between us now deceives the eye
From these wounds small voices seem to cry p
If he comes back now, it is too late
The suffering self takes on a different shape.
Deformed by grief, I cannot fit his bed
Yet I remember every word he said
But words will fly away like swallows do
They do not join an I to any you.
A song a lyric music and a voice
We know too much, we’re overwhelmed with choice
Yet all alone our hearts flap seeking out
A bird is trapped inside me,heavy doubt.
My heart is in my throat will it fly high ?
If it leaves me I will surely die
The skeleton of bone, the muscles taut
Keep the heart inside, the danger out.
If you come oh, hold me very still.
I will weep again, until your fillef
Their eyes drew me,
And their eyes draw me again
Into a pool of winter light
Golden from the low sun.
I swim in it
Like a hawk flows on the wind
Over the depths,
Of life.
Contained by a white china cup,
I’m your reflection now
Drowning in the slanting sunlight
Like a stone in a lake.
Falling deeper until I find
the creative mud
with which I mingle
no longer a stone
but a soft flowing stream of sensations
which meets with joy
the earth’s depths and presence.
And something new will grow
I cannot mend the lamp that we both chose
The top and bottom split when he fell down
But I can make it look as if it glows
The candle burns with fragrances of rose
That takes away my sadness and my frown
I cannot mend the lamp that we both chose
I find it hard to bear the pain of loss
The concept is more verbal than it’s noun
But in my room the candle brightly glows
In Blythburgh church, a lighted candle bless
See, the painted saints wear golden crowns!
I will bear this breakage and its cost
I will get the strength to bear my cross
Oh,haul me, holy one, if I fall down.
Beyond these lights we sense the Light of God
Bless the hand that points us past the known
Where each of us must travel,all alone
I cannot mend the lamp that we both chose
I stumble in my grief amongst the low
Between the world and how we represent The nameless by a name and even place, There is a space or void in our intent. What mother saw, what father really meant How love and hate might intertwine in space? In our own world, what can we represent? In writing, there is lack and letters bent For ancient writing often scholars traced There is a space or void in our intent. Today the sun is golden, gods descend. With love, for moments, we are all embraced Of the felt, what can we represent? Our willingness unblinds the heart so rent And then we see the face within his face The space or void lights for this sacrament I cross my eyes with fingers interlaced: The crucifix, the love, the death of Christ Between the world and what we may attempt There is a space or void where he was sent.
How my heart sings 