[Byzantine Bindings]

Saturday 1 February 2014

St. Bridget’s Dawn

Do I come to you
or do you haunt me
between extremes of winter and spring
through the gap you squeeze
offering juice and sap
in the gap you come
sharing
no mere remembrance
not yet
consubstantial
thankfully
not yet transubstantiate
still

drifting between theology
and philosopy
take
drink
take eat
blessings in the half light
promises
keep the fire going
with fingers crossed
yes
no harm done
awaiting ontology’s
embodied doctrine
enfleshment

I have to say goodbye
before daybreak
before morning’s ethical colour
washes into the greyness of soul-scaped
possibilities
untangled simplicity
uncultured gracefulness
and with all my heart
I wish you would
and that I could.