I'm not a believer, but I once was...
... and I know what belief feels like and still have those feelings, just not attached to belief.
STAR OF THE SEA
for Aoife Assumpta Hart
We kindle at old sights as we come home.
The street sign, street lamp. Smell of rainfreshed grass
Of well-remembered lawns. And as we pass
On childhood paths, life now is foam
And evanescent. Lost in Her embrace.
Ocean is vast. We stretch and yawn and drown
Warm as our blood. She does not need a crown
Essential Queen. We always know her face
Welcome in dreams and giant as a cloud
Floats unconditional and healing balm
Held firm soft triangle of pillow arm
Accepted vast in glory never proud
We wake we leave and know we will return
Grace warmth praise love we never have to earn.