To Nature
                              1986

Hold me close, beloved Mother
in this moment grabbed
from chaos
  let Thy beauty fill
   the empty reaches of my soul.

Depleted 
  am I 
drained by unceasing demands
    of others . . .
       lips needing kissing,
       egos soothing
       hands held
       problems solved. . .

Countless voices crying
   COMFORT ME!
And so I turn to Thee, beloved,
  Comfort me.

(Hey, what can I say?  I was LDS when I wrote this.)


                             Moth

A candle twinkles there
behind the pane of glass
summoning me from out the darkness.
The light seems so small, so knowable;
not like the fierce light
that drives night things like me
to hide.

I fling myself against
the unseen barrier,
aching to be one with the
inexplicable.
Again, again, again
I strive,
though reason should tell me
light
is not for such as I.

The window is openned
(in pity,  or perhaps in sympathy)
And I rush in to destiny's oblivion.

But in the great scheme of thing
of what significance is a single
moth perishing in a tiny spark.


*Shhhhh, don't tell my atheist friends. (smile)