You’re always with me, night and day,
even when we’re in different houses
doing different things,
even when we think we’ve fallen apart,
shattered by our ignorance and poverty of spirit,
broken by each other and crying for
some other love than this difficult mating.
Fueled by light and power from
mysterious sources, driven by a need to
create something new: so new
we have only a faint image of what it is.
But that image shimmers before us and
behind us, pulling, pushing, adjusting nature
and events until we meet again, eye-to-eye.
My heart is new again,
tender, open strong.
My mind examines the attachment.
My soul prays for a clear view of
that bright thing that glistens all around us,
melting the frosty feelings, casting rainbows
over everything, making it known as sacred.
I take small steps into that light.
I feel the love, like God dreaming, making life.
Balanced, drawing on every source of
energy, breathing slowly for strength,
I touch you again.
Joanna Wiebe, November 15, 1988