The lock of the Beloved
curls thrice
gently,
lovingly,
gasping quietly
until she is freed from her deeply chambered place.
Years in dream she prepares
edging closer to you and me
longing across a bridge not yet built,
eying your capable hands.
I heard your voice speaking
in events surrounding me
you wrapped me in impossibilities
transforming the mundane
into the profound.
You were the essence of the miraculous
and bid me deeper
so that I might know
finally
what I had been seeking.
Though I might drown
I am drawn deep into your sea…
Your waves shook me deep
over and over,
your golden presence
lifted me into light
and bid me enter the chamber
of the bride and the groom
a secret consumated in mystery.
My watery self
emerged from new birth
challenged
an old memory
rewritten,
it was…
a resurrection
an inundation
there are no words to contain you…
but you bloom here in my chest
and open me to the grandeur
the same as when life comes to itself
knows itself
and knows what has made it.
You undid me
and remade me all at once.
I am left having to make new sense of old maps
listening to a still-older compass
that whispers at night in dreams
and shakes me to my core;
“it is waiting for you”
and I struggle through the sleep
to find myself on the other side
awake
