through the years

Lost in the misty heavens

Lost in the misty heavens of my life
I stand in wonder: oh the stars, the moon,
the ebb and flow of tides, sun's rise
and its so sure descend! Soo soon
I will go on as well. Left only time
of silence where the swell
of void expands.The universe grows wider,
I've been told,
and fast and faster will black energy
push matter forth into the blackest hole.

Does the same order make the high and low
tide alternate within my darkblue soul?
My longing rises, falls, attunes
to its remotest waves. Whatever craves
smoothes out at shore and eases out
in sands of now and past
adrift through firmaments.

Out of Body
I sleep as the Egyptians died,
my hands abreast
and folded in a way
a mummy might have guessed
her soul to leave for afterlife.

But I don’t travel far, as life
still holds me back.
The thread a-stretch I rise
to where my floating self
can catch, while looking down, a glance.
I see my empty shape, advance
up in the room
where, as in trance, I swirl
and swoon, a flapping bird,
no longer navigating by the stars,
the moon.

I bear down like a stone, as if
my heart beats me
into submission, pulls
the strings of hard earned life
and takes me back, assuring
that sleep will drown and wipe
all airborne memory.

The absence of a female god...

The absence of a female God

The absence of a female god
in western religious beliefs
has harmed us. We are missing:

the soft arms
of a Mother holding us,
soothing us, protecting us.

the warmth of her smile,
when her hand is stroking the soul’s
white wings,

her voice lifting us beyond the cruel earth.
Nothing like her
to stem the flood of tears.

No Mary ever reached higher than the clouds.
Her son always shivers with loneliness.
His strict father on the throne
stares past him, leafing
absent-mindedly though the book
of judgement.