Distractions

Soon, m’Lady Emrys will join us here –
reaching out from the Parlor of Riversleigh
where she is known a bit –
and by my words …

and we may provide a unique voice
as a conjoined couple,
yet so individual in experience
and creative spirit.

Some sisters have spoken of dispair,
discordance and depression –
and we can offer some the pain
of our growing together
as seeds of solace and cherish.

faucon
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Distractions

November 2003 –

I sit here in distraction of purpose,
drawn to half-heard tunes
of discordance,
marked more by disturbance of sought silence
than any rhythm of life –
or spirituality.

The world near and far –
of ’til and when –
is aswirl with confusion
that seeks no solution
save self-enhancement –
nay — self-dilusion -
that what happens within the limits of this attention
is more profound
than the breath of a flower.

Are we then trapped
in some fetid game –
in which reason and congruencies
are condemned
and the moral ‘bar’ lowered
— ever again until —
a man’s worth is measured by the footprints
on his soul’s back –
while be lies debased
in mudded, befouled despair?

How, my love
does one go meekly to this ‘honor’?
If it is to my call –
to serve as exampled proof
that even simple honesty and charity
is a source of fear and shame,
then perhaps the crumbling
of my spirit’s hope and yearning
will be known –
that others may hope –
just to be left alone
in peace.

This too will pass — thy will be done!
My brief sorrow is not of this –
but that thee have now questioned my adoration
thrice this past day — little one;
and such seeds of doubt
bring trembled tears –
for naught else matters –
save that I am your champion.

So — I can but know by empathic draw
and flickering lantern glow
that you are drawn to fears and needs
not yet shown or shared
or — challenged.

I will be patient — yet ever near.

Nuggets from the Mine

 

 

 

It cannot have been this part of the honeycomb of mines in the Olympic Mountains that I had explored before. My home host and guide took me directly to this special cavern and I sat listening as she explained the meaning of these drawings.
by Heather Blakey