#Faith
Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs
A rose gave up her secret Of its origin – of its beauty – In the shadow of her crescent— Fiercely hushed once to me. She told me of a plan of love
Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street—
How capricious it is To follow the tail of a comet And skip across Saturn’s rings - To wade in endless streams - Cloaked in ether’s blanket
Often conversation carries Us through the day For talking about things is Basic to an alliance Yet at other times, we survive
By a gently flowing creek— I saw a swallowtail flutter About my head, as though meek— And land softer than a feather. He was large enough, I swear—
So that you shall be blessed I pray more than you are aware For you because you are A friend of many friends. May age not break your stride.
The Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first, she passed for a star
I was smote by words As a soldier with bullets ‘Til I harnessed their power And they slight retreated lest I would fire back
A milky-eyed mourning dove Sat upon a tombstone – tacit – Inside the grounds of St. Francis To admire a cache betroved. A sentinel’s duty – it bears –
Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know
Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…
Flowers in the desert Vibrantly grow forth In yellows and purples Despite the salty Earth And when I think about
An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my life That must stay buried in my heart— What a terrible truth! It dances on my tongue
Thy being’s grace Is pleasant to behold - As beautiful as The jacaranda When its blooms