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Newly Shorn

Down deep the rabbit hole
Our love has gone
Chasing fleeting things
On airy wings
Oh what went wrong?

Deep is our delving
Beneath soaring mountains high
Weight’s constricting, no room to sigh
Pressure’s building
We’re buried alive

Your love’s a war hammer
My heart like fine glass
Fly shards like gossamer
I’m shattered, my lass

Broken heart somehow yet beating?
For instead of retreating
In that needy beast newly shorn
A life is quickened, transformed

And love is reborn.

Not So Different

The way you look at me
With those eyes
I can’t stand it

You think you look through me,
But look closer:
See the heart in me

It’s not so different
From the one in you

Not so very different at all.

Sedona

20120612-211040.jpgLuminous,

Crimson-hued

Hills hovering —

Majestically

Above me:

Sedona

Psychic shops

Chapel of the Holy Cross

Tea leaves

Chakras

Auras:

Sedona

Tlaquepaque

Spendy shops

Tourist trap:

Sedona

Cultures shock

Clash

Collide

Converge

In you:

Sedona

Tired

Tiredness is a pressure behind my eyes, fatigue a constant companion.

Coffee–once maligned–now measured: not in cups, but pints.

I’m waiting, Lord, for the faith to become sight.

I’m tired.

Blank Page/Intimidation: a Poem

Blank page/intimidation

Knowing not what to say

(Words, where are you today?)

Fired in the kiln of ‘life’

Gone to activity’s immolation:

Like ashes, fluttering away

On the wind:

Thomas wants “rage, rage”

But today?

Today, I’m too tired to fight

(Lord, bathe me in light).

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