My Way, Truth and Life

A poem on the shape of my life

My way is in the hedgerows and furrows of disappointment. 

Between the nail and the hand
The whip and the back
The brow and the thorn
The grave and the garden 

Between the promise and vow
The face and the veil 
The bed and the marriage 
The two and the one 

Between the lips and the kiss
The touch and the longing
The breath and the ecstasy 
The heart and the breast 

Between the womb and the wailing
The suckle and the cup 
The hand held and the letting go
The welcome and the goodbye 

Between the pen and the paper
The thought and the story
The truth and the struggle 
The words and the wisdom 

Between the pew and the pulpit 
The tongue and the interpretation
The prayer and the answer 
The entrance and the exit 

I live between dirt and the shovel
The seed and the flower
The hope and the harvest 
The taste and the fruit

I live between time and eternity 
The dawn and the dusk
The day and the hour 
The minute and the second 

(my poem and art)