When Love – beckons –
Follow – though the Way
Be steep – and thorned –
When His pinions close –
Yield –
Though the hidden Blade
In feathers – pierce –
When His Voice arrives –
Believe –
Though it splinter
Dreams –
As North Wind – strips
The garden bare –
Love – crowns –
And crucifies –
Climbs – to stroke
The sun-quivering Twig –
Then drops – to the Root –
And rends –
He binds you – like Sheaves –
Threshes – till bare –
Winnows husks –
Grinds – to purest white –
Kneads – supple –
Commits – to holy Flame –
That you rise – Bread –
For God’s own Table –
All – to unlock
The Heart’s deep crypt –
Till I – am but
A shard – of Life’s Heart –
But if dread craves
Only ease – delight –
Better veil – your bareness –
Quit the Floor of flail –
Enter the timeless plain
Where mirth is halved –
And weeping rationed –
Love gives – but itself –
Takes – but itself –
Owns nothing –
Will be owned by none –
Love – is enough – to Love –
Say not “God – in my breast” –
But “I – in the breast of God” –
Nor dream to steer Love’s tide –
Love – deeming you meet –
Steers – you –
Love seeks – only
Its own completion –
Yet if you must desire –
Let these – be yours –
To melt – a brook
Chanting to the dark –
To ache – from excess of tenderness –
To wound yourself – with knowing Love –
To bleed – glad – eager –
To rise at Dawn – heart aloft –
Bless – the day of loving –
To pause at Noon – drowned in bliss –
To turn home at dusk – laden with thanks –
To lie down – prayer for the Beloved
Thrumming the breast –
Praise – trembling the mouth.

:: 01.25.2026 ::