In the Land of Death

 

Hudson River, From Nyack

Feb. 2022

In the Land of Death

Oh Love,

Where do I find myself?

In the land of death,

Where many with a single eye

Still have no hearts that see 

No hands that touch,

No gentle spirits to command.

There is no kingdom here

But artful things

Which wash against the jetties of desire

Aimlessly, 

Seeking shoreline

Already lost in flood.

Oh Love, 

I would return to thee

The cradle of the soul

That cares,

That compassion which embraces

Without a thought of Mine.

Where am I?

I do not know the way.

Command me,

For I cannot command myself.

Blindness needs new words, 

Echoes off the surface of a truth

Not heard before,

A reconstructed gospel for this age.

Oh Love,

Without you,

Nothingness is King.

Be then my Lord,

Come, although

It be against my will

— it cannot be otherwise—

And let us find the way

Together.

...Feb. 16, 2022

Hoping that you find yourself in good relationship today,

warmly,

Lee

Lee van Laer is a Senior Editor at Parabola Magazine.