PALPABLY, YOU ARE IN THIS ROOM
Palpably, You are in this room,
A presence just as certain as our own,
Singing with us – family friend, well-known —
Someone, not just something we assume.
One can know You only intimately.
Vast as You are, You fit into our home.
Every tick of life we’re not alone,
Rejoicing in a love we feel and see.
SOMETIMES A SACRIFICE OR TWO COMES EASY
Sometimes a sacrifice or two comes easy:
Love’s a very generous reward.
Two people are in equal need quite rarely,
So one becomes the tune and one the chord.
Today I feel immeasurably lucky
To celebrate with you this milestone.
The music in my heart is very lovely.
I watch you from below, but not alone.
I’ll always be exactly where you want me,
As I have faith that you will be for me.
No missing paradise will ever haunt me,
For you and I will share our melody.
I’m proud of what you’ve done and what you’ll do.
No one could be more blessed than I with you.
THE WORDS THAT ARE SIMPLEST
The words that are simplest
And easiest to understand
Are the most powerful:
I love you,
I want to be with you always,
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
My heart flows like a river,
Spilling its emotions into a sea
In which the truth moves unseen,
Swimming with silent grace,
Too monstrous for light or land.
The truth feeds on words,
The most powerful words,
The words that are simplest
And easiest to understand.
A VILLANELLE FOR MOTHER’S DAY
A villanelle for Mother’s Day
Should take me just about an hour:
Writing it is child’s play.
Because I know just what to say,
And rhyming’s quite within my power,
To write it should be child’s play.
Yet plain speech is not my way:
I look for leaves to shade my flower,
This villanelle for Mother’s Day.
I do not wish to sound too fey,
Obscure, mystic, gushy, sour–
Arggh! Writing’s never child’s play!
Yes, childish! To my dismay,
Far beyond the allotted hour,
This villanelle for Mother’s Day
Dawdles on. Let me just say
It plain: I love you, and so end our
Villanelle for Mother’s Day.
(Well … writing it was child’s play.)
BLESS THIS DAY THE JOY OF LIFE
Bless this day the joy of life,
The revelation of the flesh,
The paradise of man and wife
Joined to share the gift of bliss.
Bless this day the pain of life,
The passion that redeems the flesh,
The love between a man and wife
Beyond all agony and bliss.
Bless this day the end of life,
The peace within the dying flesh,
The bond between a man and wife
That long outlasts their bit of bliss.
Bless this day the whole of life,
The grace of being more than flesh,
The voyage of a man and wife
Across the mystery of bliss.
PASSOVER CELEBRATES THAT GLORIOUS DAY
Passover celebrates that glorious day
After the Lord passed over our first born,
Striking out in freedom on that dawn
So long ago, with God to lead the way.
Over 3,000 years have passed since that bright day:
Vicissitudes have died, and new ones born;
Each night of terror brings a brave new dawn,
Recalling us to our eternal way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE
Happy birthday to my love!
A sea around my heart:
Part shelter, part enduring word,
Part mirror of my art.
You are the calm that drains my rage,
Bliss upon my shores,
Rush that life restores.
To you I wish to be a welcome
Harbor for your ocean,
Destiny and origin,
Aim of your affection,
Yearning of your motion.