THAT WHICH WAS TETHERED

Tethered

Do I have to make it known 

That I have suffered?

Wearing it

Like some sixth sorrowful

Mystery

While lover’s lives like cloaks

Caress the stony ground

On which He treads

To cries of exultation

And that which was tethered

In me taut and tense

Is being untied unravelled

And undone

Because He needs to take it

On the downward slope

To hell beyond the Passion

In resolute resign and rising

To a New Jerusalem

(Image 'Tethered' from Silences Of Stone http://silencesofstone.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/pure-gospel/)

PRODIGAL (Sons And Father)

My son kneels

In the mystic’s cave

Eyes intensely shut

I would smooth

His furrowed face

And tell him

That which he

Over-zealously seeks

Cannot be taken

By force nor gained

By might

It is a gift

It is my gift of love

To ache for him

Leaving him

To learn the lesson

In its time and his

Watching him

Wander down dead

Ends

Widening the gap

The silence

Separating us

Feeling his turning

Against me

And I choosing to turn

Away from him

Shaking the dust

Of his path from my feet

Turning them

To a new direction

On a road that is mine

Perhaps when we have walked
The path marked out
For each of us

Our roads and we
Will meet again
In freedom

You Have Gone

O friend of mine
Whom I love

Companion of my soul

You have gone
To the rightful place
Of your belonging

And I to mine

Jet-streaming across the sky
All sign of you has vanished

Still I watch
Across the distance
Between us

It is empty space
And silence

The way of pilgrims
You might say

The truth
So simply said
So painful