I Would Listen

Though it pierce me in the heart
And draw blood in ocean waves
Though it tell me sweet sweet things
That there is love for me.

Though it tell me I must change
though it tell me I must move
though it tell me I must act
though it tell me I must wait.

Though my ears are deaf
and my tongue is dumb
truth is what I seek
and of course its love.

Travels

Here in the bright sun
With the hot wind at day
And the cold wind at night
With the sand
And the snakes,

Here the harshness speaks volumes
Speaks words we would never want to say
Speaks of our hearts and to our hearts
And here (in this wilderness)
Is the voice of God.

Let my heart be still
And let the words ring clear
Whether a whisper or a shout
From a friend
or an enemy
Let me listen in this place
and let what is spoken
sit in my bones
and may my mind and heart understand
What my soul has already learned.

We have all been many places
even if we never leave home
and what we look for
this is not inside of ourselves.

A Poem of Testing

It has been said
that faith will not grow
if it
is not
tested.

This seems to be true
and not quite the thing
that I have wanted
to contemplate for hours.

Yet meditation yields
Great returns to those
who invest with heart
and mind.

But what of faith,
and all this pain?
That spins the world
or so we think.

In the fire is made the steel
and to be tempted
must be human now
for even God
became a man
and was brought into
the desert.