Mary Mc Creath Poems

Written in 1976 after reflecting on the apartheid situation and what it was doing to people.

Power, progress, discovery
we need hands
...

You sat within the boat
I could not see
How you could sleep and
Be with me.
...

My beloved to me is a fire at the centre of my being,
My beloved to me is a crimson rose,
Open, mature, full of fragrance moist with dew.
...

I see you
Yet,
My eyes have not.
I know you
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I followed
And slowly came
To see
This being
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An Essence
Separated from its vessel

It struggles
...

Come back
It hears a cry

Come back
...

The tree stands there
With all its beauty gone.
Uncovered,
faces,
...

To be with you is all my heart
Desires,
To know you in all reality.
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Compassion is the way
To love and be with all that is.

Compassion is the stance
...