A New Divinity

I have no conversations with the dead

Though their sweet departures linger long in me.

The heart is filled with memories tonight

And I, prevented from the world of sleep

Meditate on beauty and on loss.

For I am visionless, no voices hear

Or chanting from the regions of the stars.

Strangely I still weep, but not for those

Who leaving found a peace escaping me,

But for the distance put between myself

(Undoubtedly desires small and great)

And that for which I long yet do not know.

This being buffeted by inner storms

And conflicts that it has not overcome,

The body weakened through the toll of years,

The slow mind struggling still to learn

The words that open spirit to its source.

There lives in me a song of gratitude

A knowledge that soul shall yet survive

The shocks of time, the waste of wayward years

Of self indulgence, sorrow and defeat,

Aware that each has come here for a work

Beyond the human scope, to reunite,

Reweave the frayed and broken strands of life

To an image of a new divinity.