Dear Friend
Who Sees
Dear friend,
These days which bring such lighted promise
Within this arduous muscled battle
Witness His bright Charity
and Wisdom wound
and found in you.
And while you
in His great love
sweep toward the fray
And swords of prayer sing louder still
I am still appearing
spearing at windmills
tossed and
lost along the battle’s rim
Wandering on my dog-eared mule.
(yes, it is okay to laugh).
But you
My friend
Do not despise my youth
And all my lost and easy words
pass by your ears of wisdom
untouched
forgotten
like an untold story
in a foreign city
with no interpreter
And though I now drink Hope
Where once
Was bitter gall
You have Hope yet brighter still
Which I do not yet
Understand.
But this we do share: We love the Wind
And the Wind swirls round us like Love Himself
And the thin windchimes tin and shimmer gently
And the young brown birds land on the wires,
Singing
Only to rise on new currents
Painting an ecstatic rhythm of freedom
within the will of the Wind
And in my most quiet moments
I see the Universe winding down
Within God’s utter Completeness
Satisfaction
and Joy.
