Contemplating Clouds

IMG_6301.JPGIt was one of those balmy southern afternoons, when sprawled in the park with my face to the sky, this piece of free verse was inspired.
My drifting mind and glutted senses turned as they often do, to somewhat ontological musings (for lack of a better term). And in spite of my finite bewilderment, these settled deeper and farther beyond the realm of the observed.
They are concepts and subjects so common, even reduced to cliche, yet it is the naked essence of these realities that boggle the pensive mind. And at the end of all analysis, one continues to simply sit in speechless awe amid a myriad unanswered questions which in such cases, somehow make faith more beautiful.

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Words?
Full of inadequacy

Silence?
Awed
Pathetic
Full of meaning
Lacks expression

What is prayer
When words are failing?

Sighs
Confusion
And my longing

Drinking in the atmosphere
The atmosphere, so near

Here am I
All solitary now
And contemplating clouds

I feel my nothingness
My worth

You left it all
And came for me
But what is heaven?

Finite mind,
You cannot grasp
You cannot fathom

Speaks of Love
So deep, so strong
Oh, what is love?

So near,
So far away
You dwell within
You reign

Oh, what is God?
I cannot know
I long to know

 

Earth and Blood

IMG_5921You are of earth and blood, dear friend
I am the sea and sky
Two worlds within a universe
One spirit and one light

How in this vast expanding dark
Did you and I collide?
With stars and dust and fire burst
You, beautiful surprise

You pulled me down like gravity
Your energy is mine
I found no road to run away
I had no will to try

Yet how could earth and sky be one?
The universe forbids
She snatches every wish away
Behind my dreaming lids

For forces far beyond my know
United long ago
To bring this fleeting dream to its
Inevitable close

Now earth gives way beneath my tread
And blood is running cold
I find no place to rest my stand
No grasp, and no foothold

The earth will soon forget the sky
It never fails to mend
The sea will bleed her gallons dry
Yet surge to life again

So lay your earth and blood to rest
In other arms of flesh
I’ll hold only the memory
of short-lived happiness

Then go your way without regret
I’ll only bear the scars
Sail on the Milky Way
And leave me buried in the stars

We Are

IMG_5922We are, on earth, the stranger minds
The pensive, solitary kinds
We are the eyes that gaze and pine
We are the moments lost in time
The silent star, the restless wave
We are the souls we longed to save

We are the hands that pierced our hearts
And tossed away their bleeding parts
At first with foolish hopes and fears
That dried our bones and drained our tears

Until we raised a wall of stone
To make our hearts a prison home
Where love could not escape nor grow
Or hurt destroy our childish throne

And pondering all, we found but few
Who understood or even knew
And so, we laid our trust aside
We armored on our fragile pride
To drift upon our galleon great
And hold the helm of our own fate

We are the seekers seldom found
The open mind, securely bound
We cast our anchors, ropes of sand
There is no strength in our own hand
The wall of stone we built too low
And love has found a space to grow

So helpless then, as helpless now
We clutch our heaving, sinking prow
‘Til in the dark, the soft appeal
Another Hand will take the wheel

Then gentle as the dawn and dusk
The peace that was escaping us
Will flow like melting glaciers down
And round our weary head will crown
A thousand graces, more beside!
Contentedness, instead of pride

We dared not dream of being free
And yet, at last,
We are

A Kind of Recovery

IMG_5909Your space inside is cleaner now
Cubes of cardboard neatly stacked
And packing tape

As fragments from the ground return
Levitating to my chest
And entering

Though maybe not in prior form
They’re taking shape behind my ribs
And thundering

My blood returning to my veins
Transform these wounds to jagged lines
Along my skin

With fingers pausing on the knob
Whining hinges hesitate
But yield at last

Your ardor and our history
Reduced to ink on notebook leaves
And postage stamps