In the Dance of the Divine

In this helter-skelter life you have given me shelter,
Though my home is always with you, this is so true;
And I have no bank full of money, yet I am thankful
And though I could be so strangled by despondency
As to paralyze me, I realize that troubles of any size
Are never too great for you, but you offer me a prize
In your arms, safe from all harms,
And my head rests on your chest;
So I may not know the future, but I know you, Love,
And this is enough from above life’s sick cacophony;
There’s no agony constantly, monstrously haunting
Nor any dæmons taunting me as I sit by your Tree,
Where I am completely free and my spirit at liberty;
And how can I portray the intimacy we share,
Or is that something I even ought to lay bare?
It is no duty for me to bow to your beauty,
But pleasure alone, like long lost treasure!
I am yours and you are mine; our dance is divine!

Note: First published in December 2016, now being republished for the enjoyment (and inspiration?) of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!


Holding You, Holding Me

Somehow only because of you I have made it through,
Made it through another day and night without fright;
You put all my dæmons to flight by your bright light,
And the sight of you cheered me thru the dreary dark;
Your warm arms are strong and your grip is powerful,
And long though the day may be you never let me go,
And I sing for the joy you bring like flowers in Spring;
Oh, how can it be that you love me so? I cannot see,
But I lift my voice and dance for the choice you made
When you bade me come to you, into your embrace
Where I am sound ‘n safe, and my very heart pounds
Inside my chest as I hold the very best in this world!

Note: Originally published in January of this year, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers … and because it is especially dear to my heart! Blessings to one and all!

A Place Called Home

Setting your pace within your very own place
Known to you as home, where seeds are sown
In assurety of the security of your safe haven,
A place you do not have to hide in craven fear,
Where you can freely visit those near and dear,
Somewhere dry and warm where you fly high
And no longer have to try to smile a mile wide
Or hide how you feel, and kneel down in peace
With a new lease on life; after all you’re home
. . .
Setting your pace within your very own place
Somewhere dry and warm where you fly high


Home . . . a place to call my own
Where in secret dreams are sown

A bed where to lay my head
And find the best rest for my body weary

A table where to eat my daily bread
After thankful prayer is said

Home . . . where ideas are freely sought
Home . . . where there is liberty of thought

Safe and secure from all alarm
Walled in securely from all harm

Far above and beyond mere survival
Home . . . where there is daily revival

Home . . . where God is ever so near
And there is no need for fear

Home . . . where there is the heart
And of life every best part . . . home

Rest Upon Your Breast

You give me rest upon your breast when I am weary,
And you comfort me till I slumber as you disencumber
With words of compassion from the passion of our love;
You hold me in your arms giving me safety from all harm
And then indeed there is no more need for alarms
As you charm me and exceed again all expectation
Being an ablation to the grand glaciers of my fears
In feeling you so near and just hearing your voice,
I would make no other choice that to be with you;
Looking up into your emerald eyes I spy nothing but love
From above carried into my very soul by numinous dove;
And thereof you are like a glove covering my whole self;
Yes, you give me rest upon your breast so strong and true;
Each day and night is new light along this way with you!

Sélená: Now Faith Renewed

moon_goddessTerror grips my heart, my whole soul trembles in fear
Because loss has come my way — fleeting securities finally gone —
Day seems turned to night, and my vision so unclear,
And I cry for what I could not keep, and keep my fear so near,
Turn away from your beautiful face, to press on…
On into the darkness alone, waiting for your light to reappear,
But what without you, and all of faith gone, ere do I spawn?
Now I crawl along the wall till fate befall one so small;
Yet strong calls your voice, soft falls your hand; you are near,
And in your eyes does fear disappear; all now made clear;
You pull me safe to your breast, cover me in silken shawl;
Hold me tightly ‘neath nightly stars, and heavenly sphere,
And here now is faith reborn in one so torn, while you adorn
Him in sweet sheet of beauty, crown of air so fair, naught austere
In dream now new, and truth like dew, and ne’er to scorn;
Terror gone, heart free, soul at liberty, and love ere near.