fragile spirit

bending
in the breeze
how broken
in the bowing
how brave
in the believing
trembling now
before the beholding

Noonday Shiver

I will not be afraid of the terror by night,
Or the arrow that flies by day,
Or the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
Or the destruction that lays waste at noon ...

When it comes
The windless shiver
I send it away
And am warmed by your wood
Burning:
Fire in the desert
Presence in my heart

i need to go outside when it's twilight

our love is like

your love is like a bridge
taking me to the city
a place teeming with life
and prosperity
not danger and poverty

my love is like a swallow
flitting here and there
sometimes seen, sometimes not
sometimes singing, sometimes silent
but always returning

He by Jan Twardowski

A shadow stopped
by the window
wandering clouds overhead
I'll pretend I'm not in
I'll forget
a knock
again I don't open
I think: it's dark late
Who is it? I ask in the end
Your God
sick with love unreturned

She by Sarah Fordham

God is outside!
Or is it just the wind?
I'll stay here anyway
I will not risk a stranger or a demander
My own company: a blanket of comfort
Man: such a curious creature
Who is He who wants me to be cured of my soul's sickness so that I can be well and in pain?
I'll not return His call
Not tonight, not anytime soon

... He and She by us both

A shadow stopped
by the window

God is outside!

wandering clouds overhead

Or is it just the wind?

I'll pretend I'm not in

I'll stay here anyway

I'll forget
a knock
again I don't open

I will not risk a stranger or a demander

I think: it's dark late

My own company: a blanket of comfort

Who is it? I ask in the end

Man: such a curious creature

Your God
sick with love unreturned

Who is He who wants me to be cured of my soul's sickness so that I can be well and in pain?
I'll not return His call
Not tonight, not anytime soon

that time

slight clouds passed over a slender crescent moon
as twilight bent towards night
and evening lifted palms heavenward

the trees were alive with birdsong
before darkness fell

bounded by what is beyond me and bitten by what is within

bounded by what is beyond me and bitten by what is within
i left the house quietly
the hush of evening spread before me like a carpet of many graces

love splintered upon the door because it was shut

love splintered upon the door because it was shut and shattered upon the window because it was closed

'The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it'

and the grains contain the fragments of all i was
and the grains enfold the vision of what i will become

only now is the slipping through the tiny space
only now is the heady rush of the cascading descent

soon to come the fullness of the end
soon to come the containment of the whole

then no more escape
then no more the falling falling sand

in the finishing only clarity
in the finishing only sight