Beside, Inside, to Abide

Pain ever so deep and wonderful, so constant and fertile,

Longing for you to long for me for all the wrong reasons,

Thankful to feel, grateful to seal my fate with your future

To nurture this bondage of soul to soul to fill in the hole

Left from cosmic decimation of long ago indiscrimination

Of one man and his demand to be you so untrue to himself,

And have we not paid the price ever since in hard penance,

So I treasure this pain, no bane of longing to belong to you,

Only beside you, inside you, to forever abide with you . . .

Never to be you, but only true to my Self within you

Mystery of the Beloved

Undomesticated, wild and mysterious you are, my Beloved;
Unsophisticated yet wisdom incarnate, my brightest star;
Your eyes open to unfathomable depths and yet not bizarre
As they carry kindness and understanding, comprehending
Every detail of my life along this trail in the tale that is told,
And you are so very bold but gentle, warm and never cold;
And do you not remold me and make me new every morn?
Ah! I am born again and again and only begin now to know
That this is not mere show but truth unfolding like a flower
As with you all is possible and the impossible simply is not,
And you have bought my very soul with your spilling love
From above, saturating me in fine crimson wine of heaven,
And for all of this I love you with an undying love, Beloved!


Note: First published in March of this year, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers (as well old). Blessings to one and all!

Wild Love

Ah! You are not tame, my Beloved, nor do you play games,
But though you are wild, you can also be as mild as a child
And gentle as the Dove, though you’re the Lion from above,
So I do not approach you in fear when you are so very near;
With tears of joy in my eyes I lay my head upon your bosom
And sleep in peace and never cease to be thankful for you;
You hold me tight in the might of your nail-pierced arms,
Safe from all harms and alarms, and I am deeply enchanted
In your keep as I reap the blessings of the highest heavens
Leavened with love from above and compassion unending,
And you are always sending me gifts to lift my very spirit,
So how can I thank you, my Lion Lover, but to love you, too?


Note: First published in March of this year, now being republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the reading pleasure of new blog-followers (as well as others who may not have yet read this piece!) Blessings to one and all!

A Paschal Celebration

Out of the darkness the Light brightly shines,
As death itself is swallowed up in living Life
Breathing in the wicked halls of dark Hades
With walls lined by chained, mournful spirits,
But there are no shackles to be worn by you,
O Beloved, for you have born the very worst
And you have overcome, coming victoriously
Into the very throne room of groaning Sheol
To snatch the keys of death and hell
To be cast in your living well of Life;
And already the bell tolls the coming of dawn
As your tomb yawns in an awakening sunrise
That will be the greater surprise of all history
For death itself cannot hold in your bold Life
Just as the stark dark cannot overcome Light;
Yes, you are like that fabled phoenix, Beloved,
Rising from ashes with healing in your wings!

To one and all: Happy Easter! Blessed Resurrection Day!

River of Life

There is the River that continues to flow,
From the Mount above to valleys below,
And yet with no beginning, never ending,
While the Breath ever blows o’er its face,
Gently and softly in rhyme with the River
In time but eternal with a maternal Love
That hovers just o’er the waters running
Thru countless lives with enlivening Life
Not rife with pain but only full with gain
And pregnant with Promise calling to all
To come and freely drink and sink below
The surface in cleansing surety of purity
. . .
This is the River of Life

Song to the Beloved #0403

Song of Light

There is no need to light any lamp in the camp when you are here,
For the light of your countenance shines so bright the dark hides;
You are the fairest of ten thousand, dearest of all of that is dearest,
And your eyes penetrate to the bone, cutting stone, even my own,
So that I never tire in offering you earth and wind, water and fire,
And all that I am even as you give me all that you are, my one star
Come from afar to love all as Love in Truth, and beautify as Beauty,
And so it is my only duty to love you as I have been loved by you. . .
And in skies of azure blue the sacred wind sings your serene song
Long into the day to stay in my heart forevermore where stores
Of peace are now kept as treasure for my pure pleasure from you,
O Beloved, brightest of light, and the better part of my own heart!

All Will Be Well

When life seems so confusing, all I have to do is look to you;
In your eyes you hold all of my thoughts and every emotion
And all of the commotion and turmoil raging in my own soul,
And your smile and gentle touch does much to calm my fears,
And you wipe away every tear and hear all of my concerns,
Like mother with child so weak and mild, your bosom strong,
And long do you listen and glisten with peace and serenity,
Which flow from your heart into the low places of my own,
Where seeds of love are sown from the high heavens above;
Ah! When life seems like a mess, I only have to confess to you,
And suddenly I am caught up into the stream of your dream
For me alone, and I know then all will be well in you alone . . .

Swim in Crimson Waters

Lagoon in your atoll,
Safe from the squall,
I dive into crimson waters,
Driven by my vision of you;
Accepting your decision
To be my sole provision

Ah! I swim like brim
Through thick cerise
At peace in a release
Never before known
Till sown in my soul

And the dove flies the sky
So high with peaceful cry;
And I’m now free to be me
In you for you to be in me,
Finally for everyone to see!

Safe from all alarm and harm,
I swim in your crimson charm,
Guided by your blood-red arms;
I swim . . . deeper and deeper
I swim . . .


Note: First published in October 2016 as one of my mystical-poetic works, now republished for the consideration and (hopefully) enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Sonnet of the I AM

As the wind topples trees, mountains fall into the seas
I am here for thee, for thou art mine and I am thine,
As surely as the bright light doth belong to radiant sun,
And when all is said and done we have but only begun
To sing my song of love written long ago in ages past,
For I AM with thee and will be from the first to the last
And ere beyond into eternity in an infinity of union
That bespeaks the nature of our bond of communion;
And dost thou possess words enough to praise my love
That comest not from this world but from high above?
As the rain beateth against thy house I am steadfast,
And thou art safe since with me thy lot hast been cast,
For I AM thy beginning and thine ending forevermore,
And ye shall mount up like unto the eagle and soar,
As in me do ye find thy joy and thy final completion
In the perfect love of who I AM . . . thy one redemption!