Beloved Potter: A Dialogue

And this Artist, has he failed in love’s way; withdrawn his hand in utter dismay?
And shall you now in dismay hinder my glorious work in perfecting our splendor?

Standing in the darkness, you never notice me,
So when you look my way, dark is all you see
Cloak of black, crawling ‘neath pale moonlight,
Damned for this life from Love’s bright sight

Ah, my love, I do see you and see you are blind;
Night for me is like light, and no dark does bind
With every day and desperate breath you plead,
I hear and reach and ask you my voice to heed!

In my eyes see the dancing light; in my breath let your soul take flight
In my tears hear the song sung sweet; in my heart the very heavens beat

I dream during the day, living death by the hours,
Till night swallows again, laying waste my powers
And I curse the coming dawn; must pain reappear?
So I hide in my cave to waste away in mortal fear

But night will fly away in the breaking light of day!
Your fears disappear and clear be made my way
My precious lover of the coffin, you will yet rise
To higher sights and songs and love’s great prize!

In my eyes see the dancing light; in my breath let your soul take flight
In my tears hear the song sung sweet; in my heart the very heavens beat

The journey hear is long and weary now the road,
Ominous storm clouds and heavy the heart’s load
I long to dance in your sun, and never fear the night,
Wrapped up in your arms, and safe in your might!

My touch and my kiss and all my heart do I give
To lift your burden and shame that you might live
You are with me, child, wrapped in my embrace;
I have always loved you and out-poured my grace

In my eyes see the dancing light; in my breath let your soul take flight
In my tears hear the song sung sweet; in my heart the very heavens beat

Have I heard your voice and now felt your glance?
Shall I, perhaps, awaken into your love’s trance?
Lie weary upon your bosom, and cradled find rest?
That from this grave I should arise alive, so blessed?

Oh my weak and wounded child, cast away all fear!
Feel my heart, my life, as I catch and hold you near!
And now in ecstasy in my arms feel victory beat,
As our souls now entwine and in sweet passion meet!
Breathe into you the love I breathe and deeply adore,
And I will myself bring you home healed forevermore


Note: First published in June 2015 under a different title, now revised and republished as an appropriate poetic dialogue in celebration of Easter (Pascha). Blessings to one and all!

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To the Feast

What am I able to bring to your grand table
For the feast, and I the least of your guests?
My eyes see the spread of meat and bread,
And I wonder how I could have less to offer
Out of my own coffer, so barren and empty;
But as I look upon the plenty you’ve given,
My soul feels shame and so I blame myself
For playing games untamed, the wild child,
Instead of being mild and wise in your sight,
My bright morning star who came from afar
To invite even me into your banqueting hall,
And so I find my place in falling on my face
Before your unbridled love, still asking . . .
What am I able to bring to your grand table
For the feast, and I the least of your guests?
I bring myself

Lay It All Down

Malice, envy, chalice of poison, strife and callous thought;
Bile of vile hate, your seared heart the gate of needy greed;
Seed of lust that must be satiated at the cost of innocence

Lay it all down before you drown
Take up your crown
Take up your crown
And dress in new, unspotted gown

Apathy, lack of empathy, careless ways, and reckless days;
Pride and arrogant stride, haughty looks, and crooked books;
Dirty tricks and bricks and bombs of battle and idle prattle

Lay it all down before you drown
Take up your crown
Take up your crown
And dress in new, unspotted gown

There are better ways for brighter days for everyone
Under the sun in peace and harmony if we earnestly
And fervently seek and find and bind ourselves to it,
But we have to give up all that tears down around us!
Yes . . .

Lay it all down before you drown
Take up your crown
Take up your crown
And dress in new, unspotted gown

Lay it all down before you drown
Take up your crown
Take up your crown
And dress in new, unspotted gown

Prayer of the Damned

In the blackest of nights from the cauldron of darkness
I cry to you as I lie prostrate on the ground surrounded
By harrowing sounds, shrill shrieks from depths of hell,
And plead for redemption, restoration, an incantation
For my salvation in gravitation to heavenly habitation,
But sulfur vapor clouds around with dancing dæmons
And prancing wraiths, romancing my soul with bowls
Of precious poison, but will you hear my call so drear?
Will you come near and hold me dear while they sear
And jeer in frightful delight where there’s now no light?
Is it too late for pitiful me because I took the devil’s bait
Rather than wait on you? But you knew he was shrewd
And I so weak, though not humble and meek, and sick!
Lo, the wick burns out as I dare offer my parting prayer;
Will you save or shall I descend to the cave of Hades?

Saved by the Predator

Eagle flies high up in the sky,
Sharp eye looking for its prey;
Will she spy me, though I try
To hide, in tall grass confide?
Majestically circling far above
Talons cold, there is no love;
And what do I hear in hiding
Now slithering to my abiding?
Large, long, sleek, not meek;
Suddenly the air is pierced
And gone is serpent so fierce,
Up into the clouds so high,
And I on ground bid goodbye;
I breathe a sigh of relief, cry:
Saved from danger by danger
As eagle flew high in the sky,
Sharp eye looking for its prey

Safe in Your Bay: Love Beyond Words

Silently now I come to you on this fresh new day,
And I come to stay, anchored in your sweet bay,
Knowing there is little I can do to repay your love;
Still I come away from all to replay our sun dance
So light and bright, to prance freely in your sight;
And how so very free I now am to finally be me
While the sea beyond rages ‘n no sages can tame
Such dangerous game played by the heavy waves,
But you have saved me from darkly, watery grave,
Safely ensconcing me away in your dear conclave,
And I would be but a knave to stray from your bay
So here I stay this bright, brand new day with you!
Oh love beyond words! Has anyone ever heard???

And My Heart Cried Out to You

I cannot lay me down to sleep; my soul in ashen heap,
Where darkness creeps and seeps in, leaving me numb
And dumb but restless in relentless torment of void;
Have I damned myself to be so removed from all feeling
Except undercurrent of unease from some mind disease
That robs me of joy, plays me like toy, some little boy?
And how do I return to sunny days from out of this haze
When there were none, but some ill-sought comfort
In believing I believed, having an unsure assurance
In preference to being honest with myself and with God?
When only with head-nod did I agree, but ne’er was free?
Oh, but now does liberty bind and grind me to lonely dust,
What must be thrown out because I can no longer trust
You to guide and direct, hide and protect? Did you ever
Or did you sever tie that binds? You knew I was blind,
So everything I left behind, and wind my way down path
Of discovery ~ to walk away from myself ~ but now I drown
In soul chaos and confusion, despair and disillusion,
But most frightening is not feeling, not crying; no crown
Awaits me now, but am I dying lying to myself, or flying,
Soaring to higher heights on winds of Spirit, where you are
And do not bar entrance to those who would know your star?
Is this why head feels too light to delight in journey
Begun and continued to discover for first time; recover
What was never lost; uncover truth and finally know you?
Did you leave my side, not abide, not hear when I cried;
Or am I running to you night and day, only to find you
And stay for one ray of hope, one spark of living fire
Before this body tires; before comes the funeral pyre…?
Or is all this my life but satire written by father liar?
No … no!
Another scream before sinking down again into murky stream,
Black-gilded dream; And will I awaken to see your face,
Every line to trace in love unworn, reborn anew to rise
To heavenly prize, like Phoenix with life you adorn
With eternity surely love and peace will no longer scorn.



Note: Originally published in August 2015, republished due to some renewed interest. . . And, man-oh-man, have I come a long way since penning this poem, thank God!