Faith of Heart

In the stillness of this solitudedreams clinging like rain to my blood soul

I did know a caressing of invisible hands

the presence of some monster unformed

spoke, giving me reasons to pray

and finally, invariably

allowing real freedom-

fear which brings me nothing

pallid death riding like a virgin in the dark night

all matters of wishlessness or anguish 

rush toward the stems bloom

a mindful tomb opening in the light of

this first spring.

We are the wellspring of ancient desire.

Through the mist

I see orange hell fire

the age old contempt for man is burning

I am lonely

we are alone until 

this place anoints the bleak fire

burning our soul’s gestation

Know your way to God.

Winter 1993




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