Something gentle for today. Soothing.
I first posted this poem here in October 2011 with a
different image. I’ll be back soon with the latest update
on the Words Divinely Wrought global poetry-share.
I suppose I am here for you,
to hold your hand in mine
and in the other, an outstretched lantern
penetrates a narrow causeway
And so gingerly together we take each step
toes probing the darkness
anticipating a slipslide of all we have believed is solid
all that we believe will lift us out of the muck and into the miraculous
all that we believe
I suppose you are here for me,
to fill the bellows of my heart
to breathe lightly into crannies where disappointments of the past
once chose to dwell
And so we cast away our shards of trepidation
link arms in delicate solidarity
look deeply and see each other aglow with a searching radiance,
see in each other the ripening muscularity of goodness
see that unity trumps illusion
I suppose in every pair of eyes,
a thousand glimmering mirrors rest
and in the worn and weary faces of dispossession
love’s noble journey begins
And so we make our way through the steaming imbroglio
that so often impersonates the imagined life,
letting go of all we once believed intractable
all that our knowing hearts yielded to eyes that only now recognize
all that is now all this.
We will never again be quite the same,
you, me, every pair of eyes
it befits one to give, receive, I suppose,
golden cups have been placed in waiting hands.
I want a small portion of the nectar from that golden cup.
Thank you! Always a joy to see your smiling face here…
lovely. I like the voice of this piece.