There is no shame in lingering where possibility lives.”
I tarrow
at the edge of becoming,
half-ghost, half-girl,
unsure which silence to trust.
My fingers
hover over doors I built,
but never dared to open.
Not fully.
There’s a name I no longer say
in the voice I used to have.
There’s a love
pressed between two lifetimes—
not gone, just
folded.
I tarrow,
not out of fear,
but reverence.
Not everything must be leapt into.
Some things deserve
a sacred pause.
So I linger.
So I ache.
So I listen
for what lingers back.
—
So I tarrow through my days,
almost making a decision—
but no.
I tarrow like it’s a holy sacrament.
Living on the margins
makes everything possible.
So I tarrow,
not from fear,
but reverence.
For what might be lost
in a single step forward.
The in-between is my chapel.
The maybe, my prayer.
I am not indecisive—
I am worshipping
possibility.
I'll marry you, for health and wealth
but not till you're old and gray...
(I'm not opposed to leaving you
for a younger woman someday...)
Don't be surprised, my pet
afterall WE didn't wait
So obviously marriage is not
necessary to conjugate
You believed we were besties
but don't be fooled my dear
Now you are my lust object
or I'll tell everyone you're *****
Now do most the at-home work
and go work outside it too
Money is much more important
than whether you're content or blue
Go ahead and raise the kids
going to church, and praying
But you knew when you married me
I'm not into all that! (Just saying!)
To me, marriage is just a deal
not a holy Sacrament
Guess that means you could annul
if I misunderstood what it meant
A fast depreciating currency,
Pity arousing like an emergency
His low earning not an excuse
For a now irritating celibacy
And choice of a lifelong recluse,
Whose quitting ought to have been with immediacy!
In closely knit societies the first outlaw,
Easily emerging the night’s gossip served raw;
In every ranking the lowly esteemed
To take up the rear among the fondly dreamed,
Be he a scholar or a voice,
A guidance counselor or one whom children rejoice:
What the hell has been stopping him from the Holy Sacrament,
If he has in a wife’ foreseen an Ornament.
Always outdoor activities shunning
But in the nocturnal hours shining,
If not among his likes the Unhappily Married,
Who when not bemoaning their marriage, already buried
Are enjoying his clever bachelorhood
And mistake avoiding manhood!
Oh little lamb of God
brought forth by a virgin of simple hands
son of the father unto all men
To and fro he walked this earth
Until his sacrificial end
coughed up by one of his own
poor little lamb
innocently most humbly
Yet on his last night of his life
he broke bread with twelve men
a Sacrament of his own flesh and blood
he freely offered them
God the Father sent his son,
our salvation whom bestowed
honor, blessings, mercy,
and the greatest of love
His heart pure and earnest
such was this little lamb
lead to his end with a heavy cross to bare,
weary brow, and steady hands,
a love for others unending
Through humility, and peace,
his forgiveness unfailing until the end,
crying out to his father it was now done,
lamb of mercy, lamb of peace,
lamb of rite, lamb of eternity,
I lay my heart upon his graceful feet
and cleanse my soul with his blood and body
the Holy Sacrament, forever, and ever,
to enter in heaven's doorway in peace, amen
Before the promised coming of the Messiah,
Men sought shelter in caves near the sacred sea.
Rites of purification they practiced there,
Seeking for a new light to set them free.
We prepare a shrine worthy of Him,
For He is the communion of our dreams.
His are the Holy Elements we seek,
About which all earthly loveliness streams.
Every daybreak, the sun holds his devotions.
The horizon his altar for God's praise.
And for its blessed holy sacrament,
It distributes its brilliant erubescent rays.
Robins and buntings in feathery robes
With rapture ring their silver bells
To let every worthy believer know
That God upon His throne now dwells.
The mighty limbs of towering trees
Reach to embrace like the outstretched arm.
The divine cathedral brightly waits
Extending perfect greetings, so warm.
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