I awoke this morning
to a different world
than heretofore known
altered most irrevocably
more determined pristine
and though I wonder
at this transformation
my passing confusion
was surely unfounded
for know you in truth
its ready explanation is
far less opaque even than
the most fundamental
axiom upon which truths
are said to be conceived:

it is, my beloved, you

who with bruised hands and
in strands of silken sorrow
a tapestry of tender joy
have so wondrous woven,
constructing even out of
catechismal chaos and
anguish of flesh and spirit
a lush and fertile garden,
a house of harmony and
enduring hope wherein
these thy boisterous bairn
may bounty and blessings
reap that you have sown

and may it yet be that in this
abode of accord and peace
in some welcome visitation
that I too one clear day,
should you trusting permit,
discover a place of my own
at your side, in your heart

Salt Lake City 15 May 2012


2 thoughts on “Visions

  1. and with happy, prosperous and humble feeling, may you wake up everyday to fertilize your surroundings with green lush. You have already attained a peaceful mind to aware others through your voice. A poetic traveler.


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