You are the symphony
that swells within me
that crescendos and falls
to recall the story of humanity

You are the seaside
where we walk in stride
and dive beneath the breakers
that arrive on the shore

You are the face resolute
with eyes that prove
fear and awe and strength
open mute mouths of passive youth.


all this time I’ve wasted
all this time I’ve tasted
the spaces and lines
that separate space and time
that separates Thee from thine

for the universe to shrink
for the ground to think
the sky only imaginary
For too long I have dreamed
of a bride to marry
a groom unwary
of her profanity

Please do not tarry
as You come to me
For too long I have sat
in sepulchers outside the city
white-washed tombs
buried breathing
among the dead

every fear and doubt
every worry about
the Fount of Living Water
has spewed from my mouth
to paint the floors and ceilings
in the most unappealing green
and brown and refuse frown
For too long I have been reeling
praying for Your healing
crying at this feeling
that my debt of love
were sealing
me in.

Your fingernail
does not point instead
it peels and sheds
this sinful skinful layer
upon layer
upon layer
Your eye
does not cry instead
it sighs and said:
Sweet wineglasses are thine
upon sacred time and all that is ever Mine.