The Seeker

Hungering, thirsting, my stammering lips burst With words floundering at the bridge of need I stagger each lonely time away from the curst The broken wings of long lament, the dry weed Of discontent, the abused bitter penitent. And I In circles return each time to voids where I cry. I am the seeker of the Golden Fleece fated still To suffer in the thrill of desire, I am voyager For Holy Grail, proofing substance of that hill Where hung the Creator and the good great giver Bringing my bareness to be filled, and to know What is this desire in me that must glow and glow? There before you I know I am incomplete, rift Of dominion and indwelling to the full extreme I am the latent wonder, the bloom of broken gift The child tossed about inside a wide sea of dream And when I unite with her, beyond passion, we As one receiving you, give us, Lord, thy eternity.