Waking deep
among night watches,
the soul intuits
incoming volumes
of unspoken caring
Darkness grants such space
for understanding
grief’s visit anew

Looking Up
as morning stars
and paled moon
pour forth unspeakably
bright and bejeweled soliloquy
Reciprocity
across the dark-lighted places
silenced eloquence
only the beloveds hear

Walking Out
cold radiance
wisdom sparkling
multiplied on new-fallen snow
immersed in predawn silence
I do hear heart-whoosings
oxygen-enriched
with Truth-speaking

“Living Forward
Being is in that Love
tasting the pain-mystery;
never borne alone in suffering,
so close is Eternal Heart-Life,
As your own beating within.”

Learning Again
to hear such light,
refracted moments given
in dark-reddened mornings.

Such Listening
is time
God never wasted.

rjs 2010