Up from the
steep depths of all we wanted to find
Were plumb lines
that wound through circled spaces
Conceding not in
cloaks of doubt
To measure the
hid light there and the lined parts of seven
Those that come
in hunted pourings upheld by the few
Only telling
things lifted there went flying about
Through the
gifted part of four in lines times-ed of seven
The twisting
part tearing there, aligned with joy within
And the better
part of two caught up in heaven’s rain
Pausing not to
filter through on level plains
Winding vespers
visible silently keep watch
Long piping down
the valley bright held of the greening
More summoned of
the brave than the sweetly good
Free from
separate pieces all made one
Callings of the
whistling in the yearning parts of you
In life’s fair
fairways troubled shoots went through
All purple
featherings paired with diamonds in between
In hope of
night’s troubled passing borne
Where all was
swiftly lighted Your way, Yourway!
Through our
feeble portioned patterns, running through
In hopes of our
return and no more migrating
Flocks flying in
densely compacted forays
And pourings out
through unveiled openings
Flowering
through things which pierced walled cavities
Taken up from
skegs in all our hollowed out wells
Patterned
clearings of cloud in mystery’s unravelling
Unbending
partings which draw us out
Up through fair
fairways in our mountain places
To broader
palaces within the tender heart inside us
And learning
there of the cutting, the treasure it held
In halves of
willowed things the giving part of two
Pressures of
lifted footings ripening through pain
Carrying the
blessing part of things –
What we could
see in all places of the expanding
Freed
possessions all loosely held, the beauties of the fearless
All sown in
tapestries of love, yet borne of bronze armour
And bright
shields and spears behind walled gardens
Fearless rubbing
rings of things in golden castings
Free flowing
writings lining our treasured places
Wrought through
the releasing of those things within
