The Nevers

GOD NEVER BLINKS

I live in grace & wonder

Beneath the wheeling stars

I follow His pointing finger

Into Life unbounded by Humanity

Imperfect & sometimes off-course…

He lights my way with darkness, but grants wings

My Being: Blessed & Present.

GODDESS NEVER LOSES ME

Tho I fret about midnight awakenings

Spun from misremembering

Her love & gifting in my life

Choosing popcorn for dinner

Coffee at wee hours

This glorious chill of a deepening Fall night

Giving way to opening eyes

Casting off misperceptions of being alone

LOVE NEVER STUMBLES

As I do, sore-footed

Worn by silliness, thinking myself lost

At sea or drowned in sorrow.

MUSE WAITS FOREVER

Burning brightly her torch of perceptions

Sparks are all about me – words of

Wonder & dismay in equal measure.

WONDER NEVER CEASES

Tho I pull on shawls against the chill

And nudge the holy heater of true love

With a poke & a push until it hums on

Tho I think I’m feeling my way, alone & grasping

For all I think I do not have

Shown in this life, I have All.

LIFE NEVER DOUBTS

But expresses thru me as joy, or friendship

As lovingkindness

After despairs of my own manufacture

THANKS-GIVING NEVER FALTERS

When tingling all with its Holy Effervescence

Pushing me to love each life I have encountered

BLESSING NEVER SURRENDERS

Tho I pat it down for weapons

Before allowing entry

Into my muddy little heart

HOLINESS NEVER FAILS

To bring me to my knees

I wonder at its myriad

Expressions in my life

As food or friends or bad-hair days

When I resemble not so much of beauty

As a well-used broom, stood in a corner

With the spokes every whichway

Done with dust, observing only the shining

LIFE NEVER DIES

No matter all the evidence au contraire

FRIENDS NEVER HATE

Tho they may turn away

From the disgrace of my unbelief

Till I come ‘round again

In starkest blessing of naked need.

PRAYER NEVER HESITATES

To place powerful hands under my arms

Hauling me up to face all of this once again.

Nothing To Lose

For as we age

Our faces fold in upon themselves

The maps of all our days emerge

In laugh-lines, in worry-warts

In fingers grown like twigs on a forest floor

Beginnings mete out endings

Relations fall from edges of our earths

White-salted seas encroach once-growing green

But all in all, I would not have it any other way:

For from these stiff environs

Virility of the mind evokes

The thoughts speak themselves

I am beyond caring, evolved from a life of care

Having achieved my mantra:

I have nothing left to lose

Each day to gain

God himself has tasted my winter soul

And wrought the miracle of spring

Within.

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Familiar as my teeth is age

Brought into balance by agelessness

For all that brings eternal into mind is mine

Too soon, too young retires into mist

As all turns white

The color of my bones

Emerging into earth

And when this is decay & eyes are dark

This life no more

A tiny spark will up, away

A laugh’s delight

Free of sinew-flesh, of lips & liver

Free of knees that kneel no more to men

With arms no more to carry, carry

Lifting life & bearing it.

My woman’s heart will finally know silence

As into the drumming beat of life I go

Into the seas beyond a mortal shore

I’ll swim, a silver skim of scales

Mouth wide to all the light of life

Eternal & intense

Reflecting in the mirror

Behind me all the toils of the world

I swim to fly,

Oh Mother! Father! I had the most wonderful dream!

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The Muse returns, unequivocal, demanding

Surrounding me with her perfumed robes

Pushing the pen into my hand

Closing my eyes, I write once more

The words that will me to live for ever

For ages yet to be, for thoughts unheard

On paths unseen

She turns my head away from all of now

As I become the beyond of her desire

“Write!” she snarls, pearly teeth all shown

“Never be I said I failed you, my slave to words,

Silver-hearted, blood-borne light,

“Write, you fool of phrase, trap them each

In broken sigh. Pile them all upon your sleigh

Take up the traces, pull them forward

Wake them up for there is no such thing as sleeping

To be had today.

Dash your tears into the future

Follow them there

What lies beyond cannot forget itself, let alone forgive,

But must be said, be felt in dream again

I leave no stone unturned, no gift unopened

This is all yours, this blessing of the Scribe.

You need aught else, you have no more

Than these true words grinding into wheat

Between the millstones of your swollen heart

And this, your only life.

Yes, you hear me now; I’ve never died

tho you’ve given me last rites

I will ink your middles

Till you rise into the last Word

Like God Himself calling forth all heaven.

“Write!” she growls, “you think you’re harried now?

I will harrow you to dust unless you do!”