THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND
(Volume One / 18; 4; 1; 3; 2; 17.)
(Volume One / 18; 4; 1; 3; 2; 17.)
18.
The White Goose
I SAW A CHILD walk forward into a field
A level land it was with marshes, reeds
And waterways... and in every direction
Your eye took you, it was all level
Not a mountain or a hill... not a
knoll...
Nor even a mound...
And the sky was very large...
Larger than the fear of being
Too small when the answer comes...
And the clouds folded their arms around
her
Though they were very high that day
They the silent witnesses that above
keep watch
I saw the child stand still and gaze
awhile
Hosts of hungry hearts were with her...
All so small she thought they could fit
inside her
That she should carry them and take
them further...
She had suffered so there was room
The emptier she got, the more a bearer
she became
And the more room in her, for more...
She belonged to that which looked for
her
Which she never named
I saw the child turn and face the other
way
I followed her gaze and saw what she
saw
A wild goose in rain, a little distance
away
Not a farm goose lost... though it was
white
One wing hung down; broken, or so, she
thought
Instant her passion to gather it into
her embrace
And there it was, at her feet...
fearless, tame...
In its eye the sweetest part of every
hurting thing
In its heart the cry of every suffering
creature
I saw the child stagger beneath the
weight of answers
The white goose cradled in her arms...
If I could paint a picture of the
healing of the many
There it would be, a child holding a
goose
Both as simple as each other
Both blind to what wasn’t love...
If I could hold a picture and a dream
of the passion
There it would be, a child cradling her
goose
Both lost in the better part of pain
and found in its gift
Both saving one another journeying home
*
4. Silvered Seam
FALLOW MY SPACE along all shores of
sand
Emptied lines trace the waiting edge
Of those who fly
Hidden the silence that holds the blind
heart
Knowledge leaves holes in the better
part
Of those who know
Silvered the seam that binds the sharp
sea
Fallen wings deem folly the broken
parts
Of those who wait
Rolling of waves the flood-tide enters
Yet who could ever tell the fullness it
fills
For those who have waited
*
FAR RUNS the river that takes her willing captives speechless
Upon all high hills their sacraments of
peace
Yet past, bright crimson halls and lost
voices
They pour forth from veiled altars
buried deep
For onward, ever onward will she sweep
them all away
Until the fall of every hill breaks
through the bar of ages
And sets them free
Then past from floundering awhile the
captives leap
They understand and let all their broken dreams
Fall through their fingers like sand
Loosed from every hold these shattered
hopes
Then find their several voices
Till transformed above, their selfish
selves forsaken
Their sound is heard
And love’s comprehending captives
Made transparent by the stream
Speak out life’s hidden truths and
voyage on
*
3. Cast the Bridges
CAST THE BRIDGES that ply the bright
seas
Sweeping proud ashes beneath its
streams
They go past unnoticed with hazy bent
wings
And cease not to lose their footing for
the light they bring
Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas
Surging lace filigrees that unloose
tight seams
Passing all marbled halls their veiled
voice stays
And seals up the hollow canyons left by
their waves
Loosed the moonbeams on all bare shores
Bringing new aligns to our poor
peppered bites
For by lingering light the heated
wealth lies taken
And all peoples’ hoarded gain by
revelation lies forsaken
*
2. Clouds Follow Stars
CLOUDS FOLLOW STARS in filmy coverings
of flesh
Hope bringing his own content
To harbours steeped in everlasting
peace
Whither fly the sparrows from your
altars buried deep
Conflagrations of incense expand there
Following before to keep your faltering
flight
Where will I find the sum of a sparrow
lost?
Floating on strings that through love’s
dust
Will change in pulling her along
Hushed the brave sleep and there
fulfill their frail song
For then will they come to him and fall
Helped in each descending stair to rest
in peace
17. Pull Back Let the Cinders Settle
PULL BACK let the cinders
settle
The
fire which in me burns is love
The
waste places, cleared, shine
Bearing
fruit in soaring light
The
highest towers fly ribbons
The
lowest depths fill with gold
Love
holding a candle of life
As
joy ripples through the night
Find music dancing from their touch
Feel
their shimmers as they pass by
It
is the white herons which are helping
The
rippling lights lifting me along
Wings
dip with love’s living things
There
are no words where they are
Gold
on silver, light in their emerald eyes
They
look through my veil and see me cry
They
know me where I know not myself
From
there they take me with them
They
fly through the sanctuary lifting me
I
cannot for joy find fault with my pain
Turned
they can ascend and descend
There
is no lifting ladder other than love
They
hold the broken pieces of my life
They
bear my heart heavenward
They
carry a vial filled with my tears
Bear
it in ecstasy born of ecstatic love
They
wait to serve and give life
No
fear can harm where they are
It
is not for wanting am I helped
Before
I call, I am strangely heard
I
cannot fathom this love given me
Healing
love waits not for the asking
Out
of the well of “don’t-know”
Springs
the life which knows for me
Should
I drink any perilous thing
It
will not harm me: it is turned
Nothing
of me works any life in me
Life
and truth is all not of my self
I
cry and the white herons rise
They
take up the patterns of my mind
They
are broken, my purple see-shells
Emptied,
every seeing-shell of self deceit
No
inner lie, hid, can slip past me unseen
Laid
open bear and naked... light enters here
*
The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume One
'The Counting-Fall;' The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume Two
'Arkiahh Dreaming;' The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume Three
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