Fhear A Bhata (The Boatman)

I’ve had a headache

For days

Waiting on the rain


I’m old enough


For my body 


To predict the weather


She has changed


Along with the world


Or maybe


She has only


Stayed the same


Some days 


Worn


Used up in the growing


Most days


Magic


The nuanced 


The subtle


The tigress



When I was young


I craved


Long elegant fingernails 


Sun soaked 


Décolleté 


Cinched suits


Lipstick


That never said it’s name


Now


I only want 

Regular showers


No lipstick 

Will stay


I only want


My children to be safe


Free from the claws 

The snares


The subtle subterfuge


Of evil


But safety 


Like her sister


Security 


Is never satisfied 


Never real


In the way you want it

Though they promise us peace


They steal it instead


On their altars 

We are knifed through


Serrated 


Separated


Sacrificed


In the shadow 


Of whatever will come


They are only 


Gilded  carrots


In the rear view mirror


On the way home


My face 


Betrays me


The sleepless nights


The worry and the wandering


A heart wrung 


Nearly dry


The tigress suddenly


Seems so finite


So benign 


So small 


Red nails


A brownish back


Languid sometimes languishing 


Limbs


Tired and troubled


Yet


Annoyingly hopeful


Happy



My old friend


Wrote to me 


About fear


She said


“Put your fear in the right place.


Trust God to take care of your children.”



Maybe you don’t believe 

In Him


Maybe


You’ve seen too much


I agree


The wine of communion


Can be bitter


He can feel

Like the sea


However

He must be 


He is forever



Heralded in the articulate failings

Of this form


Are the unending strengths


That are only His


They are new

Ancient 

Innumerable 


The uncertain


Can remain uncertain


Or come


To it’s full fruition


Terrible


Or triumphant 


The altar 

In my life 

Will remain 


Empty


There is no power


In my blood



Those serenading sisters 


Can find 


Another fool


These legs will go forward

This ship 


Will seek


The horizon 



My nights 


Will see rest


My children

My majestic Love


The chest 


That houses


This crippled heart



Are all sailing 


Sojourning


Like boatmen


In the sure vessel


Of His Providence


Weary


Refreshed


Sometimes


Sea worthy 


Waiting


Waiting


On the rain


“So let us know, let us press on to know the LORD. His going forth is as certain as the dawn; And He will come to us like the rain, Like the spring rain watering the earth.”








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