Will To Walk In Grace

On a pier Long and angulated off to the left Each board hammered by a man long gone my foot falls on each board each hammerhead hit each nail means something to me Perhaps I am simple or too complex board after board I walk amongst the waves and the metaphorical eddies with birds winging by the wind crosses itself over me in intermittent silence and raucous-ness It is in these silent side hours I need you least and most I still need... but not you? I think A strange single silent song. Each of my steps ...each without you Each board on this jetty bares a name death on board etched deep into the wood Engraved into the very soul of the pitch and pine How I love you Loved all you've created and pray you create still Stillness you do create in me and a radiating warmth...an irrepressible joy I rest my hand upon the rail clutch it as I would your wrist were it resting on your arm instead Momentarily I will it to be true to give you comfort No need for judgement's clothes I am stripped bare into perfect gentleness Speaking the language of your weary ways ....and bent head Upon it to lay my hand! Oh... I wish! and mine own head to bow to yours in Grace to Grace