("...and the Lord your God turned the curse into a blessing, because the Lord your God loved you." Deuteronomy 23:5b)

I.

there is a music i have yet to hear,
friendship i have yet to enjoy,
fruit full of sweetness not yet tasted,
contemplation awaiting a more dangerous season.

each dissonance drives me to crave new harmony,
each splintered promise cries for pilgrimage companions,
each earlyfruit sour in partial nectar
makes yearning sweet in anticipation

II.

how i despise these darkdays
how i desire these darkdays
cursed blessings like arrowfilled sky
that rain flintsharp in spite and threat

companions in playful targetpractice
never mean their curses to land,
nor see the wound that mere escaping opens

III.

but i hear You nearer, nectar in season,
harmony's ambrosia and companion.
i could not hide unless the curse had
cursed me first.

now i hide
and hear Your harmony solo (dolce impossibility)
and tip-of-my-tongue taste tomorrow's nectar,
and know silkpetals of frienship curl around my sorrow
till
curse is cured
by owning Your unlikely love

but for my failures, I'd never known the depth of His grace,
mark p.
Lamppoet@minto.com
"He's heaven's breath to longing souls"