stigmata

i have a wound
on the palm of my left hand
it is a blister
caused by a rare allergy

i have a wound
on the confusion part of mybrain
it is a blister
caused by a rare thought

i have a wound
on the heart of my part in reasoning
it is a blister
caused by a beating heart

i have a wound
on the naked child in my compassion
it is a blister
caused by a saddening soul

i have a wound
on the open laughter of my nature
it is a blister
caused by too much expectation

i have a vision
caught as a youthful being in love
it is a birthing
caused by a darkening ease

i have an anger
growing like a healthy lethal vine
it is a light
caused by dreams now stilled

i have a joy
building a beauty in me revealed
it is a strength
caused by my fathers voice

i have a longing
a flight of screeing hawks soaring
it is a companion
caused by a swift in the wind

you are the sound of my ending
and
the song of all beginnings
you are the sacred grail
holy to me
like an answered pleading
or the soft breath of a trusting child

you contain the intention
you are the chalice from which
i take sustanance
you give life
the world pays homage to your song


i have a dream
who sleeps beside me peaceful sight
it is a miricle
caused by those who have gone before

i have an ending
simple, easy flying like thunder and being
it is a blessing
caused by hearing a secret wish