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my love for you both in the past

and present fluctuated like my blood sugar

sometimes too high, and at other

times dropping so low, threatening

my soul with a coma, as excessive grace

hits my heart like the fast acting glucose

i chew bringing in some normalcy for plasma

to carry the required energy to limbs

since i am nearer the gate of your mansion

i desire now a devotion that is constant

so you may, in my heart, find some rest

as i work your acts with my feet and hands

© henry victor            24.02.2018

below and beyond

when i lost my soul, i know not

where i dropped it, i remember not

now, for sure, i roam soulless

but with a heavy burden
stepping into every optometrist
in town to enhance my vision of the transcendence
that i may ease my weight in the soulless soul

many have offered cheap advice, quick fixes

and pointed me towards radars
that will teach me to be quickly noticeable

but i’m bent to probe that being

that prompts my becoming
below and beyond all radars
both secular and pretentious

© henry victor

sneaking out

my youthful loneliness ventured

the aridness of the desert in search

of company transforming in my eyes

the wilderness into a paradise

with maiden fair and beautiful

breathing freely on my face cool

and then, hot air like inside my ford focus

on a wintry drive keeping my cold blood warm

awareness as was in Prince Siddhartha

unexpectedly crawled into my mind

disturbing my nightly peace

transforming the breath, the poise

into an unbearable noise prompting me

like a coward to creep out fearing

on the morrow i may rise snappy and cranky

preferring to rid of sleep and shiver in cold

© henry victor     15.12.2003

your remembrance

though my cup overflows

flooding with forgetfulness

of those many graces

that you have poured to brim

of my unfolding, my becoming

your merciful being so gently

continues to knit, to mend

my frame, flesh and fibre

to let your spirit flow

in your sacred temple

where you have installed

my soul to be the priest

to celebrate the world of my commerce

your sacred altar that invites all

to sit, eat, and sip the drink

your remembrance, my pain and pleasures

until in you i merge

like that little brook

running towards that large

ocean embracing all flowing

© henry victor      24.04.2011

time and need

extremely poor have no time for you

neither do they have need for eternity

when this one single life weighs so heavy

and leave no space for ease or rest

extremely rich have no need of you

neither do they have need for eternity

when they have all in one single life

with much time for ease and rest

it’s i who am neither rich nor poor

has need and time for you in excess

for i have fear i may end up poor

with that desire to imitate the rich

© henry victor     29.04.2003

sun in midnight

i am with me
alone
my tea-candle lit
gently wavering

silence set in

except that buzzing
in my furnace and an oozing
of a little noise
in my laptop, my qur’an
reminding, the working
is perfectly well

peace, yes

no peace, yes
that beyond is mine
my current quest

understanding, yes

not understanding, yes
that beyond is mine
my present food gathering

emptying

that self-emptying
that self esteem
found in jesus
walking to his tree
lifted high, higher than
all social ladder
could lift my soul
i need to climb

if possible

before my sleep
with no dream
and to cover no blanket
wool, cotton or that
synthetic

most ticks

those that itched
my mind and body
earlier
have left me
looking for and searching
other dogs
leaving me to heal
scars they left
on the skin of my soul

i sit alone contemplating

that balm that removes
strain
and stain on my spirit

will i find or not

matter very little to me now
but i am looking
with that midnight
sun
that, and that matter most