A Natural Salvation -
Naturally I
want a natural
Salvation. Dark hair and eyes,
Boldness. Firm curiosity and desire
Willingness and the ready yes.
Working
hands, observance, keenness
Of insight and the wisdom
Of suffering
in touch and word.
Food
prepared with the skill of
Practiced love. And the folding
Over of the
buffalo robe, like the corner
Of God’s garment over the
Naked,
bloody child abandoned by the road.
The covering of love, the
Nurture of
consummation, the initiation
Of conversation between friends
The verbal
and physical intimacy of lovers.
And so the
sorrow of the night,
The weeping of the weary soul
Are put away
for joy. New hope is born
The hand becomes strong
The eyes
brighten. Rest is made sweet
Food becomes savory,
And long, black curls are tossed, like the mane
Of the mare, and the pride of
her mate.
Arise, my
love, let us walk in the dew of the mountain morning
The fresh smell of the sage, the
blue spruce,
The fir and
the pine. We will rest in the shade of
The aspen, and love in the shadow of
night
Even as we
delight in the revelations of light,
The curve of the thigh,
And the
softness
Of sighs.
