On The Budding Grove

Every Gilberte or Albértine
Who makes her way into our heart
At that one moment in our Life
Is a witness to who we were
And who we could become
And who we eventually come to be.

On Simplicity

I want to live with my eyes wide open 
Not hiding in shame or cowering in guilt 
Like swans basking in a lush green garden 
These simple joys I'll savour to the hilt.

On Tantrums

It took me these many years 
living in this world like a lost stranger 
to finally learn

That so much of what you get out of this life 
is about how much you badly want it 

Every tantrum
is a grasping at treasure. 

On Thou

I was searching for Wonder
And Adventure
I sought Greatness in my Work
And in the adoration of Others
And when Work defeated me
I sought Healing in Others
And in Books, and in Words

It took these words to remind me
That the Greatness and the Healing
I was seeking
Was always here all along
In Thou, closer to me than my jugular vein
In Thou, the Lord of all the Worlds.

On These Slim Volumes

Within these slim volumes
Entire worlds beckon

Swim through the eddies of the brightest minds
of this evanescent civilisation
Skim through these words
Read them with deep introspection

They glimmer with Wisdom's lustrous glow. 

On My Finitude, Brimming with You

My finitude brims with infinite You
The meaning of my daily joys and hurts
When Life can blur the lines of what is true
The Truth of you becalms me and engirts
   Amidst these unremitting, violent days
   Within your heart my heart, enraptured, stays.