Neverest

Surrender to the death we flirt with:
The devourer, the carrion bird
Is what the warrior heard.
A nail pounded into wood hurt
The hand that healed
And from the cross grounded in dirt
A wrecked destiny unreeled
Half as good, Holy-Spirited,
Breathe in His incense, His insistence,
His followers and mental patients
Both wholly committed.
Few knew how to find me
And fewer still were even kind to me
But we
See the line, and
Know the law of the line--
You are authentic, hectic, and eclectic
But you are not mine
We are borrowed from our Lord
Who made us
Who made us for each other
You are not mine to own
We will return each other one day to home
Our bodies to the earth
Our spirits to the sky
You are not mine.
But love is ours... bending
Blending spending time
Feet finding the dirt, grass and gravel
Taking time... taking a class
Healing hurt... feeling heart.
Finding our way past our past we unravel.
Fight fear with the flames of faith
Out of the woods and into the fire we go
Never let me go
My finger is ring-ing
My heart is singing
My arms flung wide
Hope is alive somewhere inside.
This is the joy of the time:
Kissing the drops of sweat on your back
A song of sodium
An elegant antidote to tedium:
Skin glistens bright fire flashing in little lines
Stars in a stack on blankets
                                  Red, gold, and fine.
Throw off the blanket, legs in a sweat
The dregs of bad dreams fading yet
Risking release we forgive, forget.
Fear's fingers brush skin that's wet:
Webs from a fibrous fever
looking for the switch, the lever.
Density is done as done
A glass filled to the top
                                surface tension.
Your cup overfloweth
                                with
            a gentle breath.

4.6.2006