After Reading the 24th Chapter...

Fear has always been the demon on my shoulder, affecting even the way I view God and his wrath and judgment. I wrote this poem after thinking on these things.

After Reading the 24th Chapter of the Gospel of Matthew

Lord God,
promise us that the end of all days
will be like giving birth to a child.
That after the bloodshed,
labor pain racking, skin tearing,
mother and infant screaming,
the chaos of humans revolving,
we shall indeed not perish.
Promise us that in the end
you will wash us clean,
swath us in righteousness,
and lay us in the bend
of an omnipotent arm that
deals mercy more swiftly than justice;
that you will whisper quietness to us,
peace into our cramped souls,
breath into our new bodies,
and raise us in the light of your coming,
eyes blinking wide into fresh luminescence;
birth pains and groanings forgotten,
the judgment past, love evolving, and
everlasting life in our bones.

(c.l.)

The Dance

I wrote this for a dear friend.

The Dance

I love to dance with you.
That is, to talk with you.
Because every conversation with you
is a dance.

We both know the steps.
Your left to my right.
Your back to my forward.

We both know the missteps.
My foot on yours.
Your hand not in mine.

It is the knowing that is dear to me.
Most people must first learn the dance;
how to turn tongues and minds together 
as well as arms, how to move in unison, 
                          move forward,
move back.

We know the dance.
We are paired well.
I know your hesitations.
You know my abstractions.

                          Move forward,
move back.

Love Is A Flower In Your Hand

(taken today)

There Comes the Strangest Moment

There Comes the Strangest Moment
by Kate Light

There comes the strangest moment in your life,
when everything you thought before breaks free--
what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite
looks upside down from how it used to be.

Skin's gone pale, your brain is shedding cells;
you question every tenet you set down;
obedient thoughts have turned to infidels
and every verb desires to be a noun.

I want--my want. I love--my love. I'll stay
with you. I thought transitions were the best,
but I want what's here to never go away.
I'll make my peace, my bed, and kiss this breast…

Your heart's in retrograde. You simply have no choice.
Things people told you turn out to be true.
You have to hold that body, hear that voice.
You'd have sworn no one knew you more than you.

How many people thought you'd never change?
But here you have. It's beautiful. It's strange.