Muse and Poet
photo credits Judy Meeker

My heart has become lost in the universal pattern

of longing for fulliment- lost in grief that led to a final

vision of oneness with love.

I stood on the passage of my alloted time frame

yearning to love with the pure love of God, and longing

for oneness in a true and beautiful way of love

and to be alive in the kind of love that illumines the human heart

and makes life a holy mystery.

I yearned for your reawakening to the sacradness of my body

and to know that in sacred knowledge that my love

was a gift.

A most precious and sacred gift that was given at every moment with

all my heart.

And given from the fountain of my life

only to become a distant memory

enclosed in my own soul with colors

and with the stainless white radiance

of a simple dress.

I stand here alone in my own history

betrayed in a thousand ways and freezing in the

winter of love.

Will a common muse betrayed by the poets pen

 find the sacred deeps of a bright light

shimmering in death and where love takes on meaning

and shines in spiritual light?