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And I thought of a
woman so benign,
she lifted all
wickedness from me,
a weight I did not
know was mine
until her light fell
on me.
Light indeed I felt
at last,
ready to stand at my
own height
before a smile which
travelled fast
across the windless
night.
Floating before me
heavy with child,
in robes of purple
and white,
message and messenger,
she smiled,
the Mother of The
Second Life
A woman of vision
only
of a purity beyond
touch,
who made hope as
vivid as memory
with her promise of
love.
Emptied of all but
love myself
and truly nothing
except for her
my fear of nothing
was put to death,
my doubts dissolved
in air
All in the space of a
breath
that ashes of my dead
heart stirred
and I felt in my
solitary depth
as exalted as a bird.
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