How does God die
When fear shudders

Divine death has no shame
But only a space to breathe

A dark cave carved
Where fear seeks to hide

Yet can it be so…
That death is not scared

Where time pauses
And space inhales

There is the doorway
The threshold of birth

Where death dares
Take its new name

—-LOVE

…

Have you heard
the sweet birdsong
in the flame?

Such fierce gentleness
igniting the
yearning.

…Shrill, still, imperfection…

Rising incense
from singed wings
praise the skies

tpt 1/31/2019…

“Are there really more atoms in my eye than stars in the universe?”

Star Stuff apertures
look to the night-sky…

Mother and Child
embrace as the dark

How comes this
strangely familiar…

Longing that grows
and refuses to die?

A cosmic coin
flipping forever,

Flashing and sparking,
waiting to land…

On a star whose light
has still to arrive.…

Fullness surprises
gasps – red rising!

A stroke, a fall
corn moving the dark

What Soul lingers
across the skies

Blinding lamps
on fastened faces?

Holy Stars
dot the ceiling

In naked stirrings
of Life underneath…

Night of No Sleep
creeps in the Cold

Streaming tears for
Huamantla Moon!…

In the darkness of stilled eyes
the heart hears with pregnant breath…
the delicate punctuation
of your one-line song…
alluring me into the rhythm
of coaxing convergence

To be hidden is to
not know but to love
that edge of the present
which cannot be clearly seen
but only held as
the blind hug from behind
your back that surprises
and comforts you without
specific conveyance

Can faith simply be to love enough
AND reach abundantly to more?…