to fill the soul to over-brimming
if levels be near the top; if the depths have risen.
But to that one
with empty cavern yawning
all good things fall soundlessly
to an imperceptible bottom.
Swallowed without digestion.
Oh, dear one
here I glory in my bread
and baby’s sounds
while your tears fall on a sunny day right steady.
I would tilt my overflowing heart
and spill it into your famished one
but it doesn’t work that way, does it?
Knees hit the floor and the ache in them is a holy pain.
“Fill, Father, where emptiness
and darkness reign.”
When He fills, dear one
you’ll know it
the startling green of an everyday leaf
the song that water sings meandering into the gutter
how the wind glides over your bare arms
as a caress
the shock of joy over simple bread and coffee
Almost like an assault upon your senses
the world in all it’s common beauty
smells, scenes, faces, all
is lit within, see it?
We were meant for such living, even
East of Eden
Even through a glass darkly.
Such is His signature, see it?