He is the childhood search for God
In the barren lands of society’s spiritual heart

This place where we have learned so honestly
that your water streams
narrow and sparse
among the boulders.

Seeing
a
glisten,

I fend off the scavengers
and pray to my fickle deity

That one who can never see me
His eyes are trapped in my own desperate search

The peace of not knowing
Is finding gold coins
In the blackest of water

At the bottom of the ocean
I see that I can breathe now
With my thoughts loved into myself

The peace of not knowing
Is the same as the terror I felt
When I was made to walk the plank
By a captain with a knowing smile

 

 

I buttoned up my shirt
To see, to SEE

Your kind wisdom is humouring me

Slowly, slowly, one flutter at a time
Your eyes are opened to me
As my eyes open to mine

The dark grey
that settles on my shoulders

A liquid metal grounds me

Into patch-worked blindness
That becomes my only sight

Oh House
You alone bore witness
To every little act of love
That went unnoticed in the bustle of tomorrow
Silently receiving
Into the folds of our hearts
That place, where Grace collects

Behind the thin veil of sleep
I knew myself only
As an uncontained sorrow

I could not find an end to me

But when I

can open my eyes

I sink into the sturdiness of
the waking life

That is here, it seems
to hold my tears
in something bigger
than my dreams