Groping outward into mirky memories
Shall “you” stay there, will I insist?
Holding onto a beautiful picture
That has broken its frame and fallen…or Risen?

Shall I allow that “face” to turn away
Into another turn, where saints glide without boundaries?
Do you now beacon me gaze through the deathly veil
To see the sobbing rain that washes all color away?

But I see you have gone on ahead…,
Above, beneath, beyond, yet behind
Where familiar facets shine backward
Flashing rain-bows into nightfall

Frozen pressures of stubborn shadows
Smashing “fossils” into powdered complexity
Pulverized faith now trustfully held
Feigning color in watered suspension

Grasping for certainty falls sideways alone
Where trees bear leaves of eager translucence
Sentinels of forgotten and terrible yawnings
Waiting for branches to bequeath convergence

Who carries who in this hallowed twilight?
Nestled in care, consoled in oblivion
The birth of rock grasps the obscure
And labors the delivery of speechless Word

The term emerges enveloping return
Mystery dips its tired feet in the newness
Where ripples rise to meet those from another shore…
The blessed lagoon of the tormented heart

Still grasses grow and sunlight shines
From blankets of moments yet to surrender
A touch on the shoulder from a friendly Red Cedar
Grows the roots that can dance deep in the ground

Gaze forever inside the blood of the stars
Afloat in the flow of promiscuous soul
Where darkness and light share the same bed
While infants watch at the door in sheer wonder!

tpt  5/26/2017