Life Again

A tear for love and life and lust; indeed a tear; for the wine

Is rich; an earth is riddle; and her eyes touch my pain. I

Was angry, and she tore my heart and rinsed a friction.

How do I impart to you my thoughts? How do I confess my

Sin? And she says, “Love, are you crying?” How do I lie—a

Tear my cheek. I’m troubled and burning bridges. I die,

And many wail. I have a friend I can’t see. I have a life I

Can’t flee; and love is torturing a weathered soul. Forgive

Me for my fret; and I fail to confess, for I trespass daily: many

Venial sins. And how do I plead a brick wall?

The lights are

Out: a subtle condition. And the lights are bright: a favor

Of God. If only to live it; and only to feel it. Indeed, sanity

Is challenged, and comfort is trespassed, and everybody’s

Spinning.

A candle flickers the deepest gaze. I walk into a

Soul and realize a feature, and mercy remembers me. I cry

Her name, and she pardons my angst, for faith is a fortress.

But a fall is ever a rise; and many watch and contemplate

A walking miracle. And how do we love a torpedo?

I ask—to hear a voice, secluded in the city. And I honor your

Grit, and the death of your fear. So feel and be felt, and drift

Despite a dread; for the trenches beckon; and we trek and

Fly and kneel and pray—and life again is rapid grey.