poetry of late

‘The Calling’ written September 7, 2008 at approximately 8:00pm

We’re working on working together,
The lights and sounds of the volunteers kiss the surface of the sky
And the clutter of every beautiful morning is again beautiful to my eyes.
The air fills my lungs and again I am able to breathe,
Through the void and closure of it all,
Buoyancy alive deep under my skin…this is where it all begins.
Seven times separate from the Calling,
I’m sinking down beneath the ocean,
An anchor on my ankle that I can’t see, but I know exists,
It drags me into the dark, even when I am full of light………………..

And when I create, but run out of paint,
I am starving for a connection.
Lost in fortitude,
Lost until the Calling proves itself apparent…trust your Maker I have learned.
Now the city seems in full bloom,
Not that it wasn’t awhile ago…it’s only the Calling that revolves my door.
“Oh equal of woe, won’t you let your love in?”

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'Your Light' (I have no record of when it was written, sometime around the end of August)

fill me with sun
fill me with just enough
the light deep under your eyes,
it illuminates my soul, wherever I am
slowing down on the walkway
breathing over the water
watching the far sky for hope
and I see you there
your light, your lovely light
it never gives out
and the sky is a neon sign