I want to love you.
Really, this is me asking permission.
The repressed heart is really the worst fate,
what Pharoah had to fear.
October 29, 2013 | 6:26 pm
Your love could fly, could be grounded
As if they were different.
Your love could ask questions
Be in the stillness of the deepest silence
Your love could pop up and make this world greener
And more full. Your love could sit back, receive
Revere women and men and children and worldliness
Could tend the truth of Our divinity.
October 22, 2013 | 9:58 am
October 17, 2013 | 6:46 am
The angels conceal themselves
from those who could see them (Avraham could see them)
To him they must call themselves men.
And the angels reveal themselves to those who
Would never see them as angels
But still to them (Lot would not see them) the angels are men.
And there was my heart
That had tried every day
And the first love he breathed
He looked at in its most natural way.
The early mercy became part
Of this tree and the red
Freedom peered and she began to
Put on orange stockings and
Walk to the news stand.