The curse of it all

The curse of it all

The blessing of it all

The dark bark of it all

The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all

is to grow heavy

weary

under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple

like a shadow to the moon

like a shimmer from reflected grace

the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling

When once there was a smile

When once there shined a coal-black eye

Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all

The blessing of it all

The dark bark of it all

The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all

is to grow feathers

wings

under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow

like a bird to the nest

like a light from distant shores

the truth will come to rest

~

A spiritual distance of starlight

shines the love of angels

upon the hearts of those

who write the same song