journal d'une transition

432

I have been burning to know at last In an other being The very stamp I missed And the deep cleft print of a far place The world still Alienates, I have been longing to hold The granted grace of your Given ness And the knowing That We belong So that, even though She may Still have to hide And From where She stands Unknown Work still at those Minute shiftings Laying Matter bare To the Force, So that, even though She may Want us still Away from Her, Be found The sweet courage to Live and To give, And a moment came When my call was made Conscious, A child that One Lets at last Run to the breast It sought, And for those seconds in time I knew again Where was home And ever since, I cling to the knowing That you are Coming”

*June, 1982:

“When will it flow and flame Into our

Huddled spaces? When will it grow Manifest, Gorgeous,