Wednesday, October 29, 2014


The days alone are long,
The nights even longer.
The miles apart are cold,
The silence, even colder.

And yet, grace there is,
She journey back to me.
Eyes probe the clouds,
They part and I will see.

The only one I love above,
All loves that fill my breast,
Renita returns, now my home,
The together where we rest.


A Path Through a Wood

A path through a wood on a cool summer's morn,
Roots inweave rock, soil branch and burrow,
Meandering, tributary endless through the loam,
Branchy tendrils to silky strands dig and comb,
In time their own, saplings and trunks harrow,
The dawning scene they suffuse as they adorn,
Our World.

Our steps obstructed, musing one fallen oak,
Secret roots uprooted, indecently bedraggled,
Like a girl child from her sheets one rainy dawn,
Then opportune mosses and clamoring shrooms,
Spawn o'er the toppled towering timber, crackled,
Metabolism fails, its substance can only stoke,
The clay.

Striding through rocky stream, where ice cleft
Endless fissures for seed, soil and wind to stuff.
And saplings pry while roots and branch tendril,
Roots worm in micro-caverns, osmose droplets.
Filament branches splinter as elements rebuff,
To triumph the splintered rock, or shrivel bereft,
Of days.

Each step reveals life: soncy sprite, mouth agape,
Limbs and fibers fan air, water, soil, rock and tree,
Metabolic sponges using and reusing the elements,
Then displays the wonder of this unfolding creation,
Resisting entropy, plumage evolves a divine melody,
With eyes to see, one can see a beauty that does drape,
Every step.

Thursday, October 9, 2014


Resplendent azure eyes  hold me dear,
Fix their gaze upon my cowing soul,
Just so, the universe gives me a home,
Aside where she rises, where she lies,
In morning rites or in midnight stroll,
Somewhere upon this rolling sphere.

Tenderly her lips crease in pleasure, 
And each feature sustains this charity,
Just so, I discover the man she esteems,
And my posture defies gravity and age,
While steps raised with childish levity,
Content to be the one she does treasure.

Bright, one soul burns in singular mercy,
And yet a wideness in that grace exists,
Just so, I the shore this tide moves t'ward,
Lay myself down in  healing foaming surf,
Far from touch, yet affection does persist,
In hearts at once, sorrowful and sturdy.


My lady,
My muse,
My Renita.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

I Thee Worship

...In the stirring of the night,
... Part joy, part ethereal fright,
... Wakened awash, in moonlit rite,
...  Gaze.

... In the stirring of my limbs,
... Part ache, part unconscious whims,
... Brush of skin, summons sacral hymns,
... Touch.

... In the stirring of my heart,
... Part reverie, part piercing dart,
... Sometimes few words are the art,
... Lost.

... In the stirring of the whole,
... Part piety, part dancing on coals,
... Gaily laughing like a new born soul,
... Found,

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Wedding Poem

 On this morn, aurora silently bleached the canvass,
Like any morn, the choirs of first light mustered,
The miracle so plain that but a few tender souls,
Eyes water as they revere the sacrament of dawn.
On this ordinary day, I stand before the powers,
With my best friend, her eyes are flaming coals.
A tremble on my lip; inwardly, outwardly stirred,
Once a stranger that my furtive glance did trespass,
Now Beloved.

On this day, all of the woes in all of the wide world,
Like any day, where sounds of broken heart howls,
The ache so common, that but a few tender souls,
In pangs of empathy engage the sacrament of pain.
On this ordinary day, I stand in the wind of the Spirit,
With my dearest, her soul – burns like embered coals,
And shoulders the weight, teeth set, cheek to jowl,
Once afar her country, now holding flag unfurled,
This Kingdom.

On our wedding, all of the joys in all of the heavens,
Like any day where beings lost in beatific visions,
The ecstasy so rare, that but a few chosen seraphs,
Crystal wings hover and cover both face and feet,
Aflame in love’s adoration of the most beautiful lover.
Etched in my soul this sacral time, like photographs,
Recall the communion poets and seers envision,
A gift to this world, the ingredient that leavens,
The whole.

You are flesh and yet luminous,
Your kiss, a transport numinous,
You are such evidence of grace,
Your eyes, your smile, your face,
My cup, my bread.
My blood, my body,
I offer.

In our life, all the mundane curses and graces,
Can but enweave into the fabric of our days,
The ordinary so plain, that every breathing soul,
At risk of blending their covenants with contempt.
Deny and decry this travesty of our love and vows.
The purest diamonds are forged from common coal,
Sweet that passion flows through the common ways,
We speak love, love, love, in all our common places.
My beloved,
My love.

Thursday, February 13, 2014


A world caught in orbital planes will tilt,
And circles the burning sun in elliptical arc,
The cosmos awash in a symmetry of gravity,
Matter, dark matter or spirit haunts the galaxy,
Bends dimensions in forces fearful, yet lovely,
Expanding in blossom or contracting in wilt,
By the powers.

An awesome ballet of quasars and clusters,
Somewhere a small bead of green and blue,
In a small graceful spin around a small star,
By the measure of worlds, not even on par,
Yet a Spirit breathed there, o'er the horizon,
Ex nihilo evolved -- as the creation musters,
To the song.

One man, one night, walks below a satellite,
All aglow in the light of the seraphims' wings,
He sees whom he cannot with eyes of a soul,
Breathes like a newborn, content and whole,
Though he prints the sand on a distant shore,
Swearing love and fealty, a young acolyte,
To a Saint.

Wandering below such skies -- ambering dawn,
The expanse of the cosmos pales as his eyes,
Burn a hole in the canvass and plead to the God,
To bridge the distance of miles of sea and of sod,
To the one, that in all the heavens and all the earths,
Is she, the one that his heart is hopelessly drawn,
To revere.

Oh, how I miss her eyes,
Oh, how I miss her touch,
Oh, how I miss her smile,
Oh, how I miss her soul.

Beloved, beloved, beloved,

Friday, January 24, 2014


And as the horizon bends the sky,
My gaze reaches 'round the globe,
Unfurl oh wings--let spirits soar,
Surely must be more and more,
Of  sweet days where you are near,
And your smile to paint mine eye.

As the horizon bleeds red to black,
My soul is mourning the dying day,
As arms and fingers comb the air,
And love is lifted in skyward stare,
"Alas, alas, frail frame of clay,"
Bound in space be such a lack.

As your horizon and mine are wed,
My love, voice and touch now one,
Embraced, enfolded in angel wings,
And now wordless as spirit sings,
Praise--Beloved! We are undone,
And remade, sharing this Holy bread.