Poem: I Dare

 

When I dare believe that love

Can also be received – or

daring more, can be held and without chains

will not let go;

Or when that reassurance

That with patience doth restore us,

Tender reaches with swift might,

Then all is right, I do not doubt;

And feel do I your arms around me,

once again – and love that binds me

grows the limbs that guard

this sacred, solid ground.

For though so often I am lost

More often still that I am found,

And cherished more for having lost

Yet never losing loves sweet sound.

 

 

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Poem: Celestial Navigation

When in moments, or in minutes, or in hours

When the safe shore of day, that you are home

Seems still so very far away;

When the waiting ache laps against my soul, and seeks

to trouble me with tears forever more

my poets soul reaches for thee;

That by some magic of poor words we might feel,

Closer to that day when we reach

That safe and happy shore.

 

Poem: Which Alters Not

Because of love

I long to see the day your heart

will claim again

the sacred beat of precious life

you did not chase away;

And live all you once dreamed to live

but chose instead to hide beneath

the wrong belief

that you were not fit for

such sacred duty.

Because God gave eyes to love

to see the treacherous lie

that wove in you the wrongly held belief,

and faith to see what lay beneath

and hope to see the day of your

longed for liberation.

No tempest rude or stormy tantrum,

no wound still healing from the battle,

can break the ground

or loose the mighty firm foundations

of a love, of such a love

born of generations.

And so my dearest darling,

whenever comes the day that the chains

that bind you up, break apart

fly away

It will be the day I saw in you

so very long ago

I’ll always love you

Never doubt you

truly then

truly still.

Poem: To Simply Love

To love you

To simply love you

To rest my hand upon your cheek

Tender with all the love you seek;

To love you

To simply love you

Not to argue if you are worth it

But to pour upon you all the love you’re worth;

Conflicted, my dearest darling

Feeling unworthy of the work you are called for

Knowing all the joy that it would bring too

Knowing all the love it would bring you;

Oh but to love you

To simply love you

And rest my kiss upon your cheek,

Tender, with all the love you seek..

Poem: Meditations on 1 Corinthians 13 – pt 3: Endurance

I would walk a mountain’s path

However deep, or cold, or long;

I would write the finest sonnet

– or the sweetest song,

If that was what love called me so to do.

I endure, and oft surprised

By all my love would give to you.

 

A young man’s lifetime I have given

An old man’s lifetime stored inside;

And all between, and in the meanwhile,

 – smiles, and whispers nuzzling pride;

Shared work, vibrant embraces – but, my love, till then

Endurance that would scale the highest mountain,

or would write the sweetest love song by it’s pen.