I travel seul; we journey, wearied

Of Me, myself & I- not three

Ego hungers for His Presence

Butterfly in Pollened Lee . . .

We are sand, just drifting, sifted

We are flakes the wind will shake

Detached, these dry bones lying frozen

Pieced in ice above the lake

Songs  without harmonic motion?

Barques on adolescent’s sea?

Joi de Vivre found in Being

Woe in we if all are me’s

We are snows  sifting, drifting

Simple grains the waters rake

Death like lone bones yearning, lying,

Locked immobile ‘neath life’s lake

Traitorous, betrayed and traitor

Welcomed wounding, healing space

God’s attacking hoarded me-somes

Slain and raised in arms of Grace!

Child- I burrowed snows soft comfort

Youth –my toes the beach embraced

Grown, we travel, far, together

Love creates all kindred space.

Snowstorm beckons into calmness,

Cutting sand- smooth agates make!

Let my journey be Communion

Melt my ice and drink the lake!