For One Has Come

The geese honk loudly and the bullfrogs croak,

The nuthatch upside down breaks through a seed

Securing it in a crevice of the oak,

These songs of earth my substance and my mead.

Drowsy summer indolent and free

Pauses in its rush from bloom to breed

Knowing this season of earthly gaiety

Will pass and soon the Reaper will succeed

Arriving with the touch of his wintry hand.

"If only things forever could stay the same",

She said as we walked upon the shifting sand

By the surging sea no human force can tame.

I know Spring shall return on rain-drop feet,

And the soaring splendour of red-tailed hawks defy

The Death in us that now seems so complete

That we through dogma and ritual sanctify.

For one has come to heal our opened scars,

Her image I have looked upon with eyes

Unseeing, this Flame of God that lights the stars

And fashions by love a thousand galaxies.