Scraps for My Beloved
I am truly sorry it has come
to this, these stolen moments
of honoring You and all
that has been freely given.
I hear the edicts to sit still again,
long enough to hear not only
the chords inherent in my own breath,
yet the majestic melodies you continue
to sing to me. And here we are.
There is this and there is that,
to put it quite simply, that is all.
To know nothing real stands in the way,
leads me to encircle the circumference
of my own suffering, wondering
how it is I cling to that which is
by its very nature- unreal?
If only in the quickening of my
questioning I were to fall-
into Your arms, once more…
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.