The Place of the Lovers
My love, I have searched for you
in so many shadowed faces
looked through the rags and rich velvet cloth
of so many different places……
that I thought I would die of the thirst of
missing YOU
My love, I have spent past days and nights
in separation, the loneliness of which,
has starved my soul to a perfection of humility
and has taught me the simplicity of a single prayer,
PLEASE COME…..
My love, I have come to such a pure place of emptiness,
with every tear spent,
with every word, silenced
with every thought turned useless….
left with only the magnificence of wanting YOU
Yes, my love……I wait,
in this completion of silence
in this unconditional surrender….
not to beg,
nor to manipulate,
not to speak,
nor to sing,
but to wait…..
with the fullness of the inevitability…..
OF
YOUR
COMING
The White Dove
The White Dove
and you’re afraid to take a chance,
It is then,
that the white dove,
waits,
on a branch
When a lonely child sings,
and the sound of freedom rings,
It is then,that the white dove,
spreads its wings
When a mother smiles,
as her newborn baby opens its eyes,
It is then,
that the white dove,
takes to the skies
When a tired old man sighs,
and a soldier breaks down and cries,
It is then, that you know,
the white dove’s, on the rise
When a broken heart opens its door,
and lets the voice of love roar,
It is then, that the white dove,
soars
When hatred dies,
and we stop with all the lies,
It is then,
that white doves,
fill the skies !
I actually wrote this as a song, but it does nicely as a simple poem also.
With no demand
Love’s face
has taken her place
she smiles from behind my eyes
she’s wearing me as her disguise
The inhale and the exhale of the moment of now
Last month, I received “the call”. My sister announced that my father was terminally ill with an advanced and particularly aggressive type of prostate cancer.
My first reaction was shock and then the grief set in. My father, who raised me with no partner, who taught me to search from the earliest days of childhood for TRUTH is dying.
Read MoreI’m asking you, please
Lift me high,
Lift me high,
’til my fingertips touch the sky
I’m asking you
please,
lift me high.
