"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us."
~ Author unknown

We do

We do “know more than we can say”

And from the very first

The Word has struggled to conceal

As if some secret name of God

Might once

Just once

Reveal

A comfort so profound

That its mere mention

Would entice a hidden bliss

A song or word

That means

A union

Or re union

Just one last sweet siren song

That sings our endless times

Of washing up on shores

The drama dreams

That keeps us looking out to sea

Thigh deep in brine and sand

A touch of real

Beneath our hand

I’m here within the multitude

That ventures to the edge of seas

Alone

Together

Gathering

With in and out of empty hands

Reflections of the stars

That glide upon the breakers

In the night

A part of me observes

The folly in the making of a Fool

And yet

All diamonds gathered

In the palms of Fools

We offer on the alter made of stone

Built long before we stepped

Out of

The brine

Perhaps it’s this alone

The indestructibility

Of all that can reveal

An indestructibility of all that we can feel