The Journey
You’re in front of me
And I don’t see you. Beside
Me and I don’t know.
Fill my emptiness with you.
Touch my darkness with your light
With longing I search
For you. In hope I travel.
Towards or Away?
How can I know or be sure?
I long for your hidden smile.
Will I find you, see
You, know you? Elusive love,
Yet faithful lover.
Journey’s end and beginning
Pilgrim heartsease and hearts wound.
Of this I am sure,
The anchor to which I cling,
That which sustains me,
If I fail, when I fail, you
Will find me. And we will kiss.
Pacing the Cloister
Pacing the cloister
A thousand years of silence
Dust motes in the sun