Purity.....

if Purity were a woman
i would want to be her
men would want me
not because i was beautiful
gifted
smart or thin
lean or lithe
but because i shone
as pure as the radiant cut diamond
shining like a pure white light
shattering the darkness
piercing through the ashes
sifting through the remnants
of the decrepit Old World
neglected for long enough
as to one day be forgotten

i dream of her
Purity
for i was born with her
deep in my heart
her pain became my pain
her beat became my beat
when she tried to come out
i tucked her in my pocket
carrying her around
nearly forgotten
while my father
carried on
boyfriends
carried on
the world
carried on
deeply
deeply enmeshed
in the decrepit Old World

Divine Union

this kind of faith
cannot be born
it cannot be resurrected
no will, nor want
no desire, nor plea
will ever take me there

it is solely born
of the Divine
a gift, a joy
no matter how undeserved
and what it takes
i dare to say
is this:
nothing
nowhere
find no solace
yearn not
for one small comfort
this pain, this affliction
dare i say:  death
is the path few dare to go

the journey of the hero
the dark night of the soul
the narrow gate
obscured by darkness
covered over
with prickly thorns
playing hide and go seek
with my soul

only the courageous
(nearly none!)
will ever face the fears
don the explorer's rags
set out alone
mercifully alone
to one day surely find
(but surely?
i wish i could say it was so)
to one day find
by the grace of God
find Him

this takes fortitude
beyond my understanding
relentless pursuit
beyond my imagination
faith
beyond my limited vision
love
beyond the constraints of my heart
purity
beyond my perceptions of this world
and pure patience
quite possibly
beyond my own ability
quite simply
this takes
a miracle