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)


Really like seeing your art alongside your poem.