The innocent ambiguities
that honest ignorance affords
us who will not learn love last
and ache most to grasp
the core of things.
So many lovers out
on the edge of things
who will not make you walk the plank
off your pirate ship of private plunder,
but who melt your world with a potent glance
and tumble towers with their presence.
Such gracious hidden leadership
that draws us past our boundaries,
that lifts veil after veil,
that enlarges our circle of concern,
that softens our hearts into liquid love you can navigate,
that helps us glow into the dark corners of the world.
Rushed verse makes me nervous
Like I should have stayed home.
You know, the kind of verse that
Is more labels than names.
I have a new name.
And I like verse that reveals something,
Especially ones that reveal
We have the same new name.
I like verse that turns like a good tune
Resolving issues I didn’t know I had,
and ones I did know.
I like that precious gentleness
That makes me greater than I was,
That unveils the world to be better than I thought,
That breaks a new dawn at midday or midnight,
That celebrates changes with power and delight,
That pays it forward with a faithful uncertainty,
That speaks its own listening
and lights its own path.
We must not shut up!
We must listen closely and speak softly.
We must yeild, “Thus and so!”
for “Why?” and “Ahhh.” and “I don’t know.”
Trade up “but” for “How about…?”
And speak with love and NEVER SHOUT.
Make sure that all’s been freely said,
and that no one’s been abused instead.
Draw out the quiet soul
and recognize the toll they pay
to risk our love, to have their say.
This way we chew together
what cannot be chewed alone.
This way we build a shelter
for the changes in our world.
This is the forward facing future of fellowship.