Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
No
Way
This time, there is no path,
No way, no carved stone,
No grave of old, no cairn,
No ring of standing stones,
No sacred place,
No special constellation of the stars
Auspicious for the touch
of world and non-world,
No space, no time
destined to meet You.
And yet,
While my foot's resting on the steepest rocks,
A neighbor to the abyss,
While winds are singing a wild song,
Filled with a strength untamed,
With a clean power,
Devoid of man-made thoughts,
I am enfolded in Your presence.
I understand where You have called me,
and know that I have given all
which could be comfort
which could be guidance
a plain and well-planned road
a journey in the company of friends
with caring conversation
for one look in Your radiant eyes,
for one word of Your gentle voice,
for one kiss claiming all my life,
for this one Love.