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I, sweet stillness of the quiet rim, form
that you, My Love, place your mouth upon to imbibe the Wine;
you, the Chalice, my intoxicating fullness contains,
your tongue's delight am I, those eyes my Light supply.
Eucharistic depths mystify, wash on shore
questions never sating longing
or answers to satisfy. Finally, falling, surrendered,
helpless demise to thirst and hunger:
No more bread, no more wine, only
This Love beyond altar and steeple, gods and religion,
right and wrong, does quiet this lover's restless seeking
that led me here to you: One isle of Calm,
the gift of life received, for lost the self
in your arms.
I never know what
this Sun
will say.
I know I did not learn it
in seminary.
What does the poem say to you about where your heart longs to go to, or return?
*Brian K. Wilcox lives in Port Charlotte, FL. Brian is Pastor of Christ Community United Methodist Church, Punta Gorda, FL. He is a vowed member of Greenbough House of Prayer, a contemplative Christian community. His passion is living a contemplative life and inspiring others to experience a deeper relationship with Christ through contemplative prayer and living.
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