Part IMother of Tenderness
 
word-flesh
 
is this 
bloom
 
the in-
carnation
 
of your yes-
terday
 
 
Part II
 
with the breath 
of darkness
the word
becomes
 
 
Part III
 
dawn herald
the wordless prepares
its nest
 
 
 
Part IV
 
in the East
a still point escapes
its birth cry
 
the long wait of a falling hush
 
maid in silence
her eyes brighten
with a word
 
 
 
Part V
 
'fiat lux'
an empty nest blooms
full of grace
 
a yes word encircles the snake's hiss
 
luminous dawn
night's immensity 
immanent now
 
 
Part VI
 
a call
quiet enough
to ignore
 
a womb entombing silence
 
am o
am as
am at
 
am en
 
 
Part VII
 
in pure water
a word incarnadine
 
footfall 
by lamp light
 
the all fleshing out
its path 
 
 
Part VIII
 
the sound of
a word barely conceived
 
utter sense of being
enunciating a 'yes'
bone by bone
 
 
Part IX
 
at this hour
when the word is yet
to be uttered, its breath
barely a whisper
 
when brooding wings 
overshadow you
with a stillness, far beyond 
any possible eavesdropping
 
when your waiting 
rises to it,
enfolding 
its mystery
 
when, for all time,
all waiting
comes down
to this:
 
a sublime silence
putting its roots down
into the earth of you
 
a cloud
of unknowing, now,
so irreversibly
 
your flesh
 
 
Part X
 
spring awakening
a hyacinth overflows
night's immensity