Here is a poem from my new book – Poems for J.
These things I see which seem to say,
“You are here!”, “Love/hate the day!”
They pile up and scream and shout,
“This all is real! Don’t raise to doubt!”
For this whole world of value is
To that which is a fear/pain whiz.
I have been prey to its foul song,
And sadness too, I’ve gone along.
No more need I sing this sad tune
Or feign winter, since it is June.
Thank you for reminding me
That I no longer need to flee.
Your gentle light illumines all,
Undermining both spring and fall.
And so they go – these things of change.
They are the things that now seem strange.
Not resisted, but just untrue,
They disappear – no whoop-de-do.
And so it’s done, no more to be,
And all that’s left is You in me,
As I’m in You – we are now one –
Complete again as God’s one Son.