The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Heartblood

Dear Abba, I beg for thy divine mercy.  Grant me inspiration as, this candle burns, to write my heart, broken as it is.  Open my eyes to your love, O Lord:

My heart quivers
Shivers at the thought
of being alone
without you

My mind lies confused 
on the verge of
forgetfulness
in a muddled contorsion.

My spirit, in chains
eyes closed, falls
to the cold floor
imprisoned.

A light so bright
shone
that I wondered
if I ever saw
before
I am
blind.

Where are the fields of joy?
of oneness in the clouds?
Why can I shiver, when
I have never been
cold, except
before I was
born.

Does my life
chill?
Do my heart-strings
not cease their
singing to the
Almighty?

Is there hope?

Who are you?
I know
you are
who I am?
Why have I never seen your
face before
On the back of my
heart
throbs
longing
to be...
here with
who?
I love you
We know
we are together
but what of
tomorrow
together
forever
what will 
be...
I am sorry
but
the grit invades
my skin
so cold
the chains
to my wrists
All I see I feel
I know I want
shivers in the bones
of my fingers, and
your hand outreached.
Where is it?
Hold me
tight
until
this passes
from my sight.

Make firm our bond
holding us from
the pits in which
we hang to be
tomorrow.

The wilderness
awaits our...
failure to be.

Is the pain not
excruciating to
wilt from each
other and fall
to the dirt?

We cannot move...
we decay...

I remember warmer
days of springtime
dew when our faces
shined to the earth
with sweet breezes
of pollen carressing
the graceful
curving lines
as we flowed
as one.
We are preserved
in our autumn
to rise again.
Fertile is the blessing of God.
Seeds of love
bear us now
in new life.
Our love has been tested
and we are true.
The love now alive
will grow stronger,
an inseparable bond
we now enjoy.
Let us explore our new 
love
drawn from the old.
Our futures unknown,
we know our future
May God bless us to
eternal life.
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