HERE AMONG THE CABBAGES
Here among the cabbages
A rhapsody takes root,
Pastorale for savages,
Passion that bears fruit.
Yearning is unquenchable,
A thirst no drink can slake,
Nor can a desperate canticle
Need’s brutal chokeholds break.
Instead, there is a symphony
Vast as all that is,
Echo of eternity,
Replica of bliss,
So beautiful and lasting
All must their spirits buoy,
Replenishing the passing
Years with love and joy.
GOODNIGHT, MY LOVED ONE
Goodnight, my loved one. Go to sleep.
Open up your book of dreams.
Outside your soul, the world that seems
Descends to darkness, vast and deep.
Now may all your devils dance
Incarnate in your midnight sun,
Gods made flesh in worlds your own,
Having each its sunlit chance
That you might wake at peace and whole.
LOVE IS A WIND THAT DRIVES THE WILL
Love is a wind that drives the will
Across the yielding sand.
Although at last the wave must break,
The ride, the ride is grand.
My love and need for you are such
That surely you will go
As far, as far as moon and tide
Can still the undertow.
As far, as far as wishes can
Wear rock and stone away,
So love will take you far across
The bar on which you lay,
Far further up the hot white sand
On which we mortals play.
GETTING MARRIED MEANS YOU’LL HAVE
Getting married means you’ll have
Someone’s hand to hold,
Even when you’re feeling sick,
Even when you’re old.
It means when you sit down to eat,
Someone will be there,
So you won’t have to tell your day
To an empty chair.
It means that you can have some kids
Just like a mom and dad,
And play with them all afternoon,
Except when they are bad.
It means that when you need some help,
Someone will help out,
Someone always near to you
So you won’t have to shout.
But best of all is when it’s time
To turn out all the lights:
You won’t have to be alone
Those long and scary nights.
So even though you don’t have toys,
You don’t have to care:
Once you’re married you can be
Each other’s teddy bear!
PEOPLE WHO ARE CERTAIN ARE A CURTAIN
People who are certain are a curtain
Draped between the object and the word.
One sees only formulas repeated
Tirelessly, like stones thrown at the wind.
Such faith is evidence of little faith,
For faith knows very well it cannot know.
Doubt becomes a glass through which one sees
A star or two between fast-moving clouds.
A truth will never last as long as Truth,
For truths must be devoured before they melt.
One may believe, of course, but not too tightly;
When one looks, one sees one’s God is free.
HEALTH AND HAPPINESS PROCEED FROM LOVE
Health and happiness proceed from love,
As love proceeds from uncorrupted passion.
Praise be the gift that does such interest move,
Poured forth from paradise for us to fashion.
Yet passion, like a wave, can come and go,
Even as love waits upon the shore,
Looking to put down some roots and grow,
Embracing of life’s joys the quiet core.
Vested in one heart, one finds a place
Eternal in the beauty of its longing,
Nor does one ever tire of a face
That years have given unexpected grace,
Hallowed by the wonder of belonging.
THOUGH LIFE HAS SADDENED YOUR BLUE EYES
Though life has saddened your blue eyes
And pain has nestled near your heart,
You’ve given me your happiness
As my poor life has come apart.
I never thought that I could watch
My child suffer helplessly,
But you have two that you must watch:
My daughter Tiffani and me.
It’s bad enough that this divorce
Has ripped out all my happy years.
But what has my poor daughter done
To inundate her life with tears?
I try to have the strength and faith
To hope, to love, and to forgive.
And then I watch my daughter weep
And wonder why we all must live.
I cannot think what I would do
If I could not this torment share.
I did not ask, but still you came.
I needed you, and you were there.
Sometimes I fear I should have tried
To keep you from this dreadful night.
Yet I would die without your love;
Its beauty is my only light.