Beyond Questions

What hell was that met me in the night And drove me from the path of peace? What vulture sang like robins to invite My soul to callous carrion's mangled feast? What act, what word was the anesthesia Of my will? What frigid fear held me Where life was wrenched from ambrosia Days, and drenched in mangrove's gris? A beast in human form it seemed, wandered From a woodland habitat of green, and by The beauty of the forest lore, there pandered Its lie, transfigured on my innocent eye. I had a hard coming of it, paid dearly For what I did not attain ... lost much, too Much for the gall of pain! And I barely But perched where grace was sun and dew Churning faith into milk against my tongue Lifting me heavenward when feathers stuck By grease could not climb dreams' rung To see the promise of blessing or luck. So many came and never understood, why I Needing love left them empty handed To fight her fears daggering at my eye My sail unfurls now, my ship no longer stranded.