Invocation

COMES towards me slowly the shadow’s gift,
divine projection of human heart,
rainbow beyond the rainbow’s dream
yet of my self and soul a part,

speaks from the cloud in words unknown
yet somehow known and understood,
shafts of the morning, shifts of light,
the word and words and Word of blood.

O love that in the fern unfolds
or in the snowflake ferns a shape,
stems a flower, stars a stream,
and in the dream brings home escape,

come lightly now, and in my arms
bring back the love I sent away,
but human made, and one I know,
and on my bed to stretch and stay.