In a Stillness
Just add upon our days
of private history
this day, that for each is different.
Let God get us through
what vanity and determination cannot
and let spirits rise or sink,
like constellations do, given their hour.
Serpent pain, hollow time lingers
like a bad stare from a wounded heart with
bad intentions. I break doors but travel
unseen, thin as a ghost through crowds of ghosts,
placeless in this torrent sea of World.
And World alone, I beg to and compromise for
the duties of my higher heart.
Things tear inside, but I know God is here
just the same as when there was no ache
and love was fiercely felt
from all encounters.