Glorious Destruction
Can I discover the beauty of you O my Soul?
By what way should I travel in my search?
Some said that if I could merely glimpse you I could rest from my wanderings.
I could be sustained by the glory of you.
The sweetness of your breath, the curve and shape of you, the music of your laughter and the light in your beautiful eyes.
They say before you I will die and be reborn at once.
You the object of my desire, where is your habitation?
I have known you from before forever.
You haunt my dreams.
You lie just outside my waking consciousness.
You have been the force, the pull, that restless hunger in me.
I am dry and barren and almost done. I need to drink from Your spring that I may live.
I weep wanting you. But the few tears I have left merely fall and disappear into the dust at my feet.
And my longings may very well break my heart.
But I would joyfully welcome the shattering of myself upon you that I might be pieced back together a better man.
Like a great clipper ship of old I long to crash on to your shores and be broken.
Guide me to that glorious destruction that I might be remade in You.
“And deep will call to deep.” I love how you guided us into this poem and lead us to the desire of your glorious destruction. Really enjoyed this, Plato. That IS so cool! And thank you also for reading my blarney.
Thank you so for being here. 🙂
Glad to see you’re bringing some of your older poems out to do. This one was very special, poignant and deeply personal. 🙂
Morning sugar. I remember when it was written. That was a hard day. 🙂
Yes. And yet as hard as it was, it really was a defining moment for your words and your poetry. 🙂
That in Me which created the ego longed for its destruction upon the shores of the Beloved.