On Being Seen: The Geography of Light

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When you speak, I hear
When you move, I sway
When you look, I am
Your eyes sing the ley lines of my shaken
Soul, easy does it, seen and said it all
Made me yet a maid, gleaming and untaken
Worded kiss, tender glee, the seekers call
With your fingers all my scars anointing
Lips that did not seek what hope had planned
Measured coastal secrets even I had lost
Lingered like birds upon my cheek and hand
And ever, always joy outweighs the cost
Nothing that you are is disappointing
Tears are but river-rising fears, snarling,
Breaking rotten levees, old untruths in flood
Just one Southern moon, or sigh or darling
Reveals a sweet, still pool reflecting redbud
For you, my unquiet spirit resting
By voice, by walk, and skin and bone you caught
Me to your aromatic home: that one
Soul over fields and byways I have sought.
My vision now ignited by your sun
Love in life in love in life is nesting
This is happiness, not perfection
Just Plain Happiness
When you speak, I hear
When you move, I sway
When you look, I am 

On Ordination

I Cannot Lie