into the deep
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows have gone over me.
on the edge of flying
the verge of breaking through
standing in the pouring rain
hoping to find you
somewhere in the darkness
on this dark and stormy night
questions with no answers
crash upon my soul
bloody battles all around
as I stand within this pain
holding on to something
in the middle of this night
at the end of living
not knowing what to do
tears matching the weather
flooding from my soul
please release me for a moment
there’s still work for me to do
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.
Hurricane winds have torn the air itself apart.
The sea and all its deep is heaped upon you.
The sod of grief laid down in silence buries you.
The diagnosis weighs, the fear
floods your veins, your heart, your lungs.
What you must do, a swarm of locusts,
noisily consumes your life.
You sigh, you weep, and sigh.
In the dark waters you pass through,
the devastated ruins where you lived,
I will be there.
Even as night closes it is my arms you feel
or do not feel.
I hold you, even now, I hold you close.
The sodden air, the trough of sorrow
open to the sky, the pleading heart,
is me, steadfast in you.
You will go on, in the tiny ark of my heart,
and after long enough for much to die
in this world and the next
we will begin again.
In the naked fields
beyond whose floods
new things emerge.
One hundred percent chance of rain