Now comes the time of unsaying.
I will thank you for this desert time
This darkness is different than the place of fear I once knew.
It is the same.
I went, maker,
As far as those roads would lead us.
I stood in the light and I sang of joy for such a long time.
Until this love, more than love is no longer love.
Until this joy more than joy is no longer joy.
This wisdom more than wisdom leads me into this blessed new holy foolishness.
Leafless naked branches do not part like a sea for me.
Night insects eat of my flesh and drink of my blood.
I must and I must not turn back to that gathering I am walking away from.
I step foreward one foot after the other and remind myself that
It always was and will be a journey
Inward, and downward.
The world got so full or miracles.
They were suddenly everywhere and by definition nowhere.
I am so glad to find you here
In this place where I do not see your hand.