Will To Walk In Grace
On a pier
Long and angulated off to the left
Each board hammered by a man
long gone
my foot falls
on each board
each hammerhead hit
each nail
means something
to me
Perhaps I am simple
or
too complex
board after board I walk
amongst the waves and the metaphorical eddies
with birds winging by
the wind crosses itself over me
in intermittent silence and raucous-ness
It is in these silent side hours
I need you least and most
I still need... but not you?
I think
A strange
single silent song.
Each of my steps ...each without you
Each board on this jetty bares a name
death on board
etched deep into the wood
Engraved
into the very soul of the pitch and pine
How I love you
Loved all you've created and pray you create still
Stillness you do create in me
and a radiating warmth...an irrepressible joy
I rest my hand upon the rail
clutch it as I would your wrist
were it
resting on your arm instead
Momentarily I will it to be true
to give you comfort
No need for judgement's clothes
I am stripped bare into perfect gentleness
Speaking the language of your weary ways
....and bent head
Upon it to lay my hand!
Oh... I wish!
and mine own head to bow to yours
in Grace to Grace
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