Take me to the shore

Carry me to the shore

The shore I cannot see

Let me land on land

Let my soul feel the sand

I’ve come from far

Yet not that far

The soil of the other shore

Is still in me

The nights have been long

Too long and dark

The shadows have now

Infected me

I’ve wandered life’s currents

Searched the mysteries of Pleiades

While floating in wonder

As faith drifted from me

Carry me to the shore

I’d like to rest awhile

Carry me to that shore

To feel the ground under me

Malcontent with certainties

I search new truths

Only to grow discontent

Once more….

Once more, I leave

Catching the tide

I leave this shore

And I pray

Grant me faith in currents

Gift me hopeful doubt

Bless me with hesitant love

While you carry me

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What trickery was used?

To slip under bolted doors

And windows warped with tears

Did the fool in me

Unlock the key?

The key to what, I am not sure

Perhaps to roles, I played

Parts played out in masquerades

Of pallid grins, death masks in

Sarcophaguses of suffocation

Who is this one?

This ragged composite of my fragments

Another role? A recent avatar

Whose ruses rise

To mock the masquerades of past incarnations

Who am I?

Whose certainties are flawed

Pock-marked by insecurities

Wind whipped by ambiguity

Eroded by life’s daily accretions

  

I am he who lives in

Patchwork palaces stitched with

Isolated molecules of faith

Strung between the stars

A fool prepared to hope

Now is the time

Now is the time

Of sullen winds

And scudding clouds

Glowering in their gloom

This time of surly discontent

When dying leaves

With mob mentality

Congregate to wither and decompose

It is the time

When pools of puddles

Lie in languid disarray

Shallow mirrors of reflecting grey

This time, when love

With thoughtless haste

Comes bursting through

Untimed, unseasonal, insistent

It is the time, when tender shoots

Of quivering hope and love’s anticipation

Burst with rainbow ferocity

On monastic routines

This time when

Sacred rituals of security

Implode with rebellious disarray

And risk winks in invitation

It is the time

This moment,

The unseen second

That invites me

Yes, now is the time