Small Pieces of Being

The longing intensifies

and I am certain

I am growing —

more insane.

How to tell them

this Love of You,

this Mystic Ether

that floats me to You,

like a rose petal on water —

How to tell them

that Here in You is Heaven

and if this is Dying

I am unafraid.

But this Living —

with one foot in the Earth

and one foot in God’s Heart —

Straddling Eternity

is growing difficult.

Where would you plant me,

Soul-seed longing for Union;

where, Beloved, will this Flower bloom?