Genesis 23: In Writing

Listen! I say
Please hear me!

in this gaping silence
cessation of your voice
you curled in a closed ear
pink rimmed and lovely
as a swirled shell
rushing waters within
brittle armor without

I see you
discover your face
as
my dead,
my absence
my loss

Genesis: Chapter 23

Death
birth
death


We discover belonging
in the gaping loss
communication in loneliness
Listen, please!

Genesis 22: In Writing

This chapter is haunting.
We have the first call by name, followed by the first use of the word "love."

...and He said "Abraham"

and he said "here I am"

and He said: Take please your son

your only

whom you love

Isaac

and go for you to the land of Moria

and offer him up as an ascension offering on one of the hills that I will tell you (Genesis 22: 1-2)

Don't know where to begin with the writing. So am just going to let it go in a somewhat formless series of musings:

How long till the discovery of love?

We have knowledge, deep and intimate

but love is born at the moment of loss

at the edge of being

where things teeter on nothingness

Eros and thanatos

I love you as I lose you

You become forever

alone

unique 

beloved

at the moment that you are also not-mine

                              ***

You call my name

and I am here

fully present 

within your gaze

beloved

can I be here without you

be father without you son

we are here

together

at the edges of being

where my hand reaches forth

to take what is not mine

in the terrible grasping

from which only one returns

Genesis: Chapter 22

Who calls?
Who makes you present?

And what voice holds you back?

Genesis 21: In Writing

At last I am full
to overflowing
swelled with blessing
that splashes in  laughter

but still she is here
that niggling loss
the hollowed circle
the invasive snigger

that says: not mine
that says: anyone
that says: replaceable

so I cast her out
to the desolate waste
I've wandered
to not see
as my eyes were covered

Until her eyes were opened
and his voice
replaced mine

Genesis: Chapter 21

Joy
yet the niggling doubt
that first betrayal
the transfer of connection

And the price
her voice to his voice

Genesis 20: In Writing

Be to me
you said
as we lost ourselves
on this wandering path
my father's house
my birthplace
my home

were you were a brother to me
suckler on my mother's breast
find me outside, kiss me
and no shame would come to me

instead I cover my eyes
so not to see
I am your sister for the taking
the burst home
the other man
nexus of connection
invisible to myself
lost in the echoing hallway
where no doors open

Genesis: Chapter 20

What did you see?
To cover your eyes?

And everything is closed...

Genesis 19: In Writing

Beyond, a  howling mob
within, sickening silence
beneath the shadow
we huddle

Take them, we heard
saw gaping maws
pounding fists
at which he thrust us

Till hands grabbed us away
to drop on an open plane
outside the roiling city

But we remain as found
no future no path
a cave within
swallowing us down, down down

                       ***

a shadow within

the doorway between

and the pit of not-knowing, not-seeing

she turned to see

froze a tear-pillar

we walked where we were

tears locked behind 

the doors of our lids

frozen in our knowledge

of already knew

that we are prey

 for the taking

exposed in the sun 

Genesis: Chapter 19

Doorways
Gates
Being dragged outwards
Escaping inwards
Down to the deep deep cave
of incest
closed fist
verses dream of future