Tuesday, December 9, 2008


nothing was sacred before i understood
before i was moved and made my own peace

now as then i see that what passes for thought
is cherished far more than what passes for love

make me clear so that i risk with my whole being
not hiding behind words, but breaking open with song

make me clear so that i dance with change
unmasked of fear's piety and revealed in love's mercy


Wormwood's Doxy said...

I read your poems and really don't know what to say, except...."Yes!"

And "amen!"

Anonymous said...

Really very lovely.