Where will I find you, my friend?
In an accusing forest of laws,
tortured by stories repented
yet never truly told?
In clear, blameless skies,
before, between and after words,
without verdict, innocent and free,
This is where I find you.
Where will I find you, my love?
Split in shame and disgust
where stinging eyes fame,
the one we could never tame?
In this stainless ocean free
of all monstrosity of fear,
untainted and pure, fiercely alive.
This is where I find you.
Where will I find you my child?
Abandoned in a dark room
where doors slammed shut
as if no-one was there?
Here, I will find you,
in the human moment,
born of infinite, endless care,
where division died before it began.
This is where I find you.
Part of the newly released anthology of spiritual poetry The Diamond Cutters from Tayen Lane Publishing
