Midifo Yearns Poems

The harvest comes though not today
the wait is timeless, long delay
but come it will and that’s the thrill
of all the planting and the stay.
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The word is spoken, silence locks.
Is death betoken as fear knocks
on door of heart that loved so deep
to God whose gift is now so steep
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Come sing my heart a song of joy
there is in me a tiny boy
who cries and whales and thirsts for love
who longs to fly like tiny dove.
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I like the wine, I eat the cheese
I try in every way to please
and that’s perhaps my greatest fault
that blocks my life, shuts down the vault
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My heart is strangely warmed
and deep within my soul is formed
a new mysterious direction
for I am seized by great affection
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In droves at every shrine
devotees bend the knee, the neck,
the spine, in hopeful hopelessness
in longing search for the divine.
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Prayer is like an open hand
in which a blackbird lays her eggs
nests her brood until they fly
gives them hope to live, not die.
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Narrow confines, open space
deepened longing
swollen heart in faith embrace
sweet belonging
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Words have become my companion
befriended, avoided, embraced
always enigmatic and pregnant
strange and strangely familiar
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Walk still as night through sadness
That plucks those feathers from your breast
Be quiet and turn aside from gladness
As door you push ajar for entry of unwelcome guest
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