How will you contain
your wonder
when you see
through these mortal
walls into
the other side
of anguish

and Heaven
falls around you

and billows of love
fill your head
the way rain gorges on
sensual honeysuckle,
wild grass and
other earthy spirits?

Flutters of understanding:
How do you clutch
them long enough
to know them better,
before they dart
away and the
ordinary returns?

But for now
Truth is
a crystalline door,
a savage happiness
only the shattered,
the destroyed,
the reconstructed know.

What will your life look
like in a place
without fear?

What will you explore
after you've sailed above
your doubts,

and higher still,

when you are
the drop of daybreak,

the thread of wind,

the clear,
expanding sky?


Patricia Joan Jones