Waiting is the Hardest Part

Waiting for you is the hardest part,
As it tears at the fabric of the heart
That is already in the clutches of love
Above all else, my dove, and it makes
For an excellent bout with doubt,
Wondering if he is really worthy,
Asking if there will be only disdain
Such that this waiting is but in vain,
Pulling at his very spirit to abstain;
Ah! But have we come this far in life
So rife with pain to throw away gain
Of love to be found in the sound
Of our two hearts beating as one?
So shall we meet and seat ourselves
Neath the same sun with love begun
And discover together if our destiny
Lies along one common path or two;
But waiting is still the hardest part,
Tearing at the fabric of this heart . . .

Battle of Heart and Mind

Your heart leads one way and your mind another,
So you confide in father, mother, sister ‘n brother
Because you don’t know what to do, when or how,
But you want to bow to the leanings of your heart,
But the sensibility of your mind takes another part,
So you start to unravel as differing advice is given,
And you can no longer clearly see virtue and vice;
Ah! Does not the heart lead the way thru the day,
While the mind binds you to stay in the banality
Of rationality, bold but so terribly cold, unfeeling?
Yet the heart often leads astray and it’s the mind
That holds you at bay within sense and sensibility;
So what do you do? Follow the pull of your heart?
Or depart from emotion in motion with the mind?
Ah! Heart and mind at war . . . and which will win?

Hope Is . . .

Hope is a little word but strong;
Hope is a bird that brings song
Into our heart and only departs
When we stop singing
And no longer cling to her,
But hope is ever ready to return
To light fire in our souls to burn
Away the dross of despondency;
Hope is what keeps us all afloat;
Hope is a well-built, sturdy boat;
In the symphony of all life itself,
Hope is the key note . . .
Hope is a little word but strong

Return, O Lover, Return

Oh, has part of my heart moved so far away
To decrease my peace in your fair bosom?
Ah! How my soul minds this kind of absence!
It is the essence of loneliness
Out from the madness of love!
Come back, Lover, and again hover over me,
Or shall I die as I lie awake for your sake?
You’re like a rose that knows when to bloom,
So blossom in me once again
So I’ll cease to strain in pain!
I cannot stand the distance in this existence,
And so I persist to insist upon your return!
Come back to me and let me see you again;
Come back and fill me with the love I lack!
Or has part of my heart moved too far away?
If so, then the day will end in restless dismay
And I’m afraid I will stray even further away!
Return, oh return to this heart that burns . . .
For you . . . for you!


Note: Originally published in November 2016, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Sailing the Deep Soul Sea (Recast)

Take me out of my marshy lagoon at high noon
To sail the wide open azure sea; I want to be free

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me before my soul dies in this concavity of lies

It is a galleon, this ocean stallion of my salvation
Yet uncertain for the duration of this journey
But fascination draws me into an ocean
Without limitation and far away from
My swampy bay of self-damnation

Off the brackish shelf and out from myself
Into the soul of heaven without digression
Nor concession, an expression of freedom
Let me make my confession in procession
Into heart liberty with no more discretion

Oh, sail me now into the keep of mystical deep
Where lays life unknown, blown by your breath
Away from my groans alone in this secluded bay
Out into the bright, numinous light of day to stay
Never to return to my bay
Never to stray from glory . . .

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me though into open azure sea; I want to be free

Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea


Note: First published in October 2016 this poem and its second part represent a personal, mystical-spiritual journey within the broad tradition of the Christian faith.

Rush of Exhilaration from Excitation

Rush of exhilaration from excitation of numinous origin
Welling up inside ready to explode the full payload
From heart ready to burst in thirst of unrestrained joy
And no toy will do for this boy in this rolling moment
There is no looking for atonement already bestowed
As center component of this breathless ecstasy relished
And embellished with lovely goods and exquisite foods
Volcano rumbling inside cannot abide without eruption
Without corruption and there can be no interruption
In spewing forth unadulterated pleasure like a treasure
By pressure forcing out what is presently held inside
Personal pride can no longer hide the mystical landslide
Of mind and soul that has occurred without one word
. . .
Rush of exhilaration from excitation of numinous origin!

As Long As I Have You

I may miss my cue in life, but that’s alright
As long as I have you . . .

My heart feels weighed down by a ton of bricks,
Slayed in spirit, kick in the gut, cut to the quick;
Again being measured to be treasured . . . or not;
My head feels burning hot and my soul churning,
My stomach is turning but I am slowly learning
To amaze myself in your gaze, dismissing dismay
And to hear you say, “I love you no matter what!”

Ah! As long as I have you . . . you and only you!

Cruel Cut in Companionship

Oh! You were my friend, closer than kin,
Who could comprehend my own heart
More than I, and apprehend my feelings
Much better than anyone else,
Reading me like an open letter,
And could loosen the fetters that bound,
And, too, you seemed to be ever around
When I needed you, my one true friend;
Ah! But you plunged your knife deep
Into the keep of my despondent soul
With words of malice and ugly anger
And for the first time I sensed danger;
Then my soul shriveled up within me
And I’ve left you no key to unlock me;
Such sacred bonds have been broken,
And no token of love can easily heal
Deep wounds that steal intimate trust;
Now you’ve made your deadly thrust
And I must guard each part of my heart
As we start over again
To chart a new course
Rather than simply parting our ways;
Friendship is delicate and no one can
Quite estimate just how relevant and
Even preeminent it is in life . . . my life!
Truly it is said, ‘True friends are one
Soul inhabiting two bodies!’ And amen!

Dancing the Dance

One glance by chance and then the dance:
Store of passion guided us across the floor
Gliding on out the door in timeless motion
Causing quite a commotion in our devotion
So suddenly birthed in such hasty mirth
And all to heed the call of love-eruption
Without hesitation or need for affectation
And never any deviation from the dance;
We still dance through the night into light
Under sun, moon and stars so far away . . .
We dance the never-ending dance of love
Love Everlasting

Porcelain Doll

Porcelain doll, delicate love, will you fall for me?
But if you fall and break for my sake, then all I see
Of your devotion will be shattered on the floor
Before my very eyes, and so too my battered heart
Will break for your sake!
And who will remake us,
In the wake of such devastation, a new creation?
Perhaps our pieces refit and refine to shine as one?
Could it be, my love, that we both need to break
Apart in order to have fashioned one single heart?