Beloved,
You are here.
I feel You
Bonded to my heart.
But You are mostly silent now.
The Dark Night wears on
As I watch and wait.
Like a widow of the sea
Pacing on her widow’s walk,
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Of that far-off ship,
So is my mind, searching,
Pacing the inner caverns
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
To hear a Word, from You, Beloved.
Once I was in the Land of Milk and Honey.
Your sweetness flowed like honey
Through the dark recesses of my soul.
But You have stepped away
Leaving me room to grow,
To do the work of my soul.
But this work is too hard
To do alone, without You, Beloved.
Like the boulders covering the tomb,
It is hard to move alone.
Let Your gentle breeze
Comb over my soul
Until I must speak again
Of the tenderness
Of Your Love.
5-29-2016
margaretclaireshj 