Enter the desert
Enter the desert a wanderer,
uncharted among the dunes,
under the stars; shaped by pressures
only hinted at, half-guessed,
gestured toward; suitable to your nature,
without respite, witness or glamour –
to be a lover is to go it alone.
Swaying upon the bridge, the temptress sings;
the sculptor at the monolith, hewing away.
Caught up in a terrible game of words,
the poet grapples for whatever
endurable term might bare
a slice of the loneliness
that constitutes a human heart.
Hewing away at it ... alone –
that’s what we are
and the truth of that
is the truth of God
to be elaborated upon,
the one and only Truth – God alone exists.
O child of God, brave the lonely perils;