Upon the Shore

Upon the shore, I stand and wait

A mast, a lighthouse

In the nook of the cape

And the wind whips my dress

It batters and beats

Its paltry attacks

To end in nothingness

For these assaults

are but an empty tempest

My Lord is my conquerer!

and my land has been planted

by the Resurected Gardener

And I am spent

In surrender

By my God I am rent

Where is my love?

Adrift on the sea

Frightened by the fury above

I am alone,

Unprotected

The elements roam

And God encloses me

beneath His breast

In an infinite fury

I am spent

In surrender

Oh my God I am rent

Claim me, mortal man,

before I am consumed

by God-made man

Like Catherine, or other

virgins

Whose ecstasies cover

Their mortal frames

and eclipse

with praise

The natural yearnings

with super-

natural desirings