The View From Below

Mystical poem written 4-24-24.

Without You, I am caught,
Between soil and star,
Between inhalations,
Between temporary tensions,
And temporary fears 

Without You, I am cold,
Seeking power over others,
Seeking every advantage,
Seeking every twist of language,
That can give me a temporary home

Without You, I am cowardly,
Failing to live up to the Law,
Failing to do my will,
Failing to claim my birthright,
That was called out of the Great Sea

Without You, I am callous,
Closed off from my neighbors,
Closed off from the possible,
Closed off from the unknowns,
That You have prepared for me

But with You,
I am created,
I am called,
I am calm,  
I am ready to be what You have made of me

Together in the dark,
With my one star in sight,
I am ready to hear the secrets,
Whispered in the sacred tongues,
Within in my hallowed dreams