Saturday, November 29, 2014

Baby steps

Baby steps

These aren't just poems
but baby steps (let us pray)

upon the bedimmed terrain,
for composer as well as those,

perhaps, who read them and care
to share for a while the path

(if there is a path), the gathered notes;
the incoming mail.  Correct me if I'm wrong,

if you've jumped ahead of the plodding gait
though, I expect no answer

to suit these (not at all) endless,
internal, expedient musings,

longing deeper and richer each step
for the clarity and strength

to run grownup, headlong and heedless
into the waiting arms of my Beloved.

O child of God, employ the solace of movement
'til a quenching comes in the stillness of the everlasting.


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