Dear Beloved

This page contains weekly updated poems I've been writing to Love and the Beloved. In the Sufi tradition, God or the Divine is experienced and worshiped as the Beloved who can be found in everything and everyone: in the eyes of a lover, a stranger, and in the currents of your own longing heart.

/Dear Beloved/
26 08, 2016

Bulls eye

By | August 26th, 2016|Body, Courage, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

"How much do I owe you?" you managed to ask, almost choking on the nose around your neck And the man named his price and released you out of this god-forsaken room on legs that obeyed a command long forgotten.   Or forbidden because of the fear they've felt and the shame they've been dealt [...]

22 08, 2016

True story

By | August 22nd, 2016|Desire|0 Comments

No, she couldn't sing. Her pitch and intonation were off, but she was the last to be embarrassed. Not that she didn't care what other people thought of her, but she sang anyways, loud, proud, passionate, and off key. I'm talking about Florence Foster Jenkins, a wealthy New Yorker woman of the 1930s and 40s [...]

6 08, 2016

Approximation

By | August 6th, 2016|Desire, Poetry|0 Comments

This, you could count on- that the church bell every quarter hour meters out Day and night. Singing metal claimed from within the sheltering hills around town By men, poor and plain, with nothing but the sigh of a light the size of a matchbox, Three hundred years ago.   How did they find what [...]

28 07, 2016

The weight of the world

By | July 28th, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

As of yesterday The weight of the world has increased by Untold secrets Careless speaking Held grudges Blatant judgment Missed opportunities Unspoken apologies Wounds unattended Unremitting shame.   This measurement is proportional to the radius two people could comfortably inhabit with outstretched arms multiplied by seven billion But don't.    

22 07, 2016

We had it all wrong

By | July 22nd, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

We had it all wrong. The battles, the stories, the justifications Yellowed pages in a history book we're embarrassed to admit we once committed to memory.   This is the curse of the still living in tailored black suits lined up at the grave. The role of the villain, the saint, the victim, the convict [...]

22 07, 2016

The morning after

By | July 22nd, 2016|Grief, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

They said the sky was blue with no trace of a cloud Drunkenly pure A sea of summer prayers.   They also say as above so below As the Father the Mother heavenly, an unbreakable promise joined at the heart.   Who can blame us then, the surviving, for making up stories that suit our [...]

13 07, 2016

Tell me about your losses

By | July 13th, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

Tell me about your losses what has brought you sorrow what alienated, robbed and wounded you and tore the veil of time, irreparably.   Tell me about the wound that doesn't heal that refuses to close, stubborn, like a nail on a cross.   Did legions of darkness enter besieging your sacred heart? Did you [...]

30 06, 2016

Transitions

By | June 30th, 2016|Anxiety, Fear, Therapy|0 Comments

Last month I ended my job in community mental health after five years of service, so I've been thinking a lot about transitions. Transitions can be exciting (getting married, welcoming a child into the family, starting your own business), but even the most exciting (and "self"-promoted) transitions can be daunting. Transitions bring us into direct [...]

29 05, 2016

Getting out alive

By | May 29th, 2016|Grief, Love|0 Comments

Look at all the pretty words and how they pale before the Great Law of Life That all must die at last. Grief is a humbling visitor. It drains us of vanity and painted faces, of eagerness and righteous ignorance. It leaves us naked, bereft of words and meaning. But for writers, grief compels the [...]

18 04, 2016

Thousand dollar poem

By | April 18th, 2016|Poetry|0 Comments

1 Victory! How sweet the sound of Victory (or was it Hope, her older sister?) when the fever broke (briefly) as dawn approached on the fourth day. The promise of effortless being! The gift of taste, ebullient mingle of life-sustaining pleasures … returned. The gift to swallow, in sweet self-absorption, like a breeze on a [...]