It's the heaviest day
when even the most hidden veils
between us fall away.
I walk with you and you
take my hand and your
understanding touches the thoughts
and questions in my heart
there is no space between us
only an interpenetrating compassion

My heart so heavy
I'd rather not breathe or move
but do anyway
to honour your presence
that is like a field of spring flowers,
a golden healing light in my life.

I'd rather not move but do anyway
to let my strength, even if pretended,
be a gift to you,
like my believing and heeding your words,
to let it be an insufficient offering
for the divine hand that constantly
touches, moves our lives.

More Love Than You Could Imagine

There is a voice
crying on the mountaintop.
It is your voice
seeking for me,
calling my name,
traveling vast distances
hoping only to see me again.

Hearing it

Art by Frank Godwin

is when
I truly began
to believe
in your love for me

but that agonised, urgent voice
is like a primal force
unraveling the foundations of me,
like an unforgiving hand
shaking and destroying.

Death is not an unhoped for,
sad event
happening where you can always
turn your eyes away from;
it is an ever present force and truth
infusing our lives every second,
living in our every inhale and exhale.

Turn to face
mortality,
unflinching
and you will find more love
than you could imagine.