Poems

Poem about Mary Magdalene
Cup of acid overflowing
Spills on the barren red desert
Tears of pain fall off of my nose
The Name of the Rose is lost to me
No longer a chalice of compassion, but a tomb of Dust
My body screams out whispering too faintly the name lost to the ages
She is unknown to me, her peace eluding me with each step I take
I want to touch her, feel her oil running over my head, my lips, my heart
Rivers of Love flowing out and connecting me though the years
Her strength, pulsing and warming
I feel her beneath my skin, always within me and without me
Mary

Opinion
You see things in black and white
While I see things in grey
Which of us is really right?
Will we ever see each other's way?
Written Spring 2000

Beach

Sifting through the sand of time
Thinking of all that I have left behind
The past is running on and on
Like an unexpected unfinished song
Just as waves crashing to the sea
I think what choices did I make that make me, me?

Written in fall 1999

Shekinah

I am the liquid ruby running through your veins
I am the well of remembrance and the tomb where you forget all your cares
I am within and without you
Steep yourself in me, for I am the chalice of rebirth