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.
- Free Verse