Suffering reknits creation. In suffering we become the actors in the divine drama, until the beauty of the uncreated is made fully manifest. —Op. cit 32.
There is a traced place around the drag of your eyes
that a traitor the face is. Here, the forehead is like sand
Here, the mouth torn with terse flattery
as if the lips were scarred by threadpoint.
In the badlands of your youth
the wilderness of first loving
walking with you was like dark walnut with a hint of fire
and your smile broke teeth. [Read more…]