Thoughts

Entombed in deafness

Yet were you freed to soar

far through some inner height

climbing with giant strides

sound pinnacles, mountains

where light and darkness

(giants too)

struggled within your joy and agony.

And Ludwig, (here my tears start),

from your lovelessness, your unfilled heart,

your body too, ungainly and ungiven,

broke birth upon birth of beauty.

Your soul’s smarting

startles answering truth, begetting truth,

(Oh my soul’s greed, I would have God

and having God, have ALL).

Now stand most fruitful

in your unshared heart and flesh-loneliness,

barren bough, bending and breaking

with excess of LIFE.