My
Helpless Heart: Tweets for the Beloved, Part II
I saw
the leaf swept suddenly high on a swirling skyward journey, and thought,
that’s
what you have done, Beloved, to my helpless heart.
When I read your letters, I hear your voice speaking the
words and suddenly I am there,
in your presence, ready to go with you anywhere.
Please close your eyes, Beloved, I’m coming in to be with
you,
but I am wearing nothing but rags.
The Beloved’s voice threads through my life; I spend my days
teasing it out of the pain
instead of simply listening to its healing song.
In the darkness there shines a light, in the confusion
there rests an answer, in the noise there weaves a song, in the loneliness, the
Beloved.
Beloved, I am tired.
Let me rest in your arms and let my weariness and worries drift away
like so many autumn leaves.
Beloved, my head spins when I realize your breath swirls
within me. You kissed me once
and I have been chasing you around ever since.
Just as fire sleeps in wood, so your light sleeps in me.
Kiss me again, Beloved, stoke the flame you have planted with your own hands.
Think of this and try not to go mad with wonder:
the
Beloved breathed into you long ago.
You have already been kissed by the One you seek.
Last night, I fell asleep calling your name. I know you
were near and answered, Beloved, for when I woke you were calling mine.
Cast your nets in the dark waters. Light is found in
difficult places. With effort and grace, soon your haul will be spilling
everywhere.
Sleep is calling and I must answer. It is waiting to bring me to the Beloved who will
gather me into her arms and carry me to the dawn.
Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog