Love.

I surrender to you, you vastness.

Let your great current consume me,

Take me where it will, deep, deep, beyond land,

Far out into your trackless wonder,

Beyond sheltered cove or stagnant stillness,

Into your serenity, your peace, your calm,

Your troughs of empathy for heartache and woe,

Your tear-filled tempests for grief and loss.

O bring forth your mighty waves, let them

Roll and crash out beauty and pain,

Let them move over and in and through,

Let them draw me deeply into your depths,

Into a pure sublime tide beyond self where,

In transcendent wonder, I can sink and drown.

I Came to a Window.

As in a dream I came to a window,

Peered into it hard and long,

Saw black hair, laughter and joy,

Heard the rhythms of youth’s bright song.

And staring deeper in that trance I saw

Bright black hair turn dull and grey,

And caught in the physical tyranny of time

The bloom of youth fade far away.

Words then came softly to my ear:

“Youth’s dew drop moment cannot last;

But for its grace raise your voice and sing

Knowing that it will all too swiftly pass.”

A pause, and then the voice began again:

“The outward bloom quickly fades away

But do not be sad and do not mourn;

The inner self grows each passing day.

“Youth has beauty in its shining hair;

Age has beauty of a different kind:

Awareness, knowledge, a sense of choice,

A deeper, wiser, more reflective mind.

“Now listen carefully,” the voice now said, 

“The greatest beauty lies deeper still:

In character developed piece by piece

Through revelation and resolve’s strong will.”

The vision faded, the dream was gone,

The window was no longer near,

But as I turned I thought upon

Eyes old and dim or young and clear,

Thought on knowledge that comes with years,

On the characteristics of the wise,

On beauteous things we should most desire,

On how character shines in older eyes.

And went then from that dreamlike place

Beginning at last to comprehend

A deeper and more abiding truth:

A beauty of mind can the years transcend.

Recovery

I have been in dark places,

Heard Death call my name,

Whisper words of promise

To end breath and ease pain.

I have been in clear places,

Seen the revelation of light

In the swaying of leaves  

So glitteringly bright.

I have been in deep places,

Seen in still, joyous trance

Bay’s water and light play

In sparkling, bright dance.

I have been in loved places,

Gained strength to withstand,

Felt promise and gained hope   

From the soft touch of hand.