Desire Desired

It is, but isn't, desire: a longing
to be Longed For, in our core:
not just our uses or convenience,
but our Selves. It is a human
need: to be wanted, as us.

With flaws & shortcomings,
in brutal specificity, we desire
a Desire for Me, inscribed
upon another heart: the
imago dei of a jealous God.

Well, it's not to be. We are
pale idols, lazy worshippers.
Anyway, this isn't Love:
only a broken reflection of
the jealous One’s desire.

All the same, insatiably
we lust to be Lust's object:
cycle endlessly through empty
tangibles; but find this thirst
unanswered on the Earth.

Why would we want this?
Unless, perhaps, our hearts recall
something we can't remember:
a moment of Creation, the
ultimate Desire expressed--

a point of time;
an unknown memory;
an aching echo;
which all Life with its ears alert
stares back into the dark to see!




October 2018

The things uncaused

Sometimes we look back to find
we’d fallen silent, back a ways,
without realizing. Although my mind,
unbidden, will catalog potential whys;
I know it to be a precious thing without cause.
Do you know them? They are woes
and worries to us, an uncomfortable pause
in life's conversation with Self—
treasure! A chance to climb down
from the stage, to watch life from the shelf.
Who am I, when I’m not speaking?
After all, that’s most of life.
It’s here that we most clearly see
our bitterest disappointments, and why
we live with them; our failures, nobility,
cowardice, kindnesses, all laid out
dispassionately as a farmer’s wares.




oct 2018