The rock soaks into me,
And the winds,
And the thundering waves
Trying to climb up towards me.
And the little yellow flowers,
Not clinging to the cliff
But thriving in adversity.

They soak and sink and change my flesh and bones,
Make my blood sing of a beginning almost remembered.
They starve my past and future, and feed the moment.
They silence, soothe and calm everything that isn’t Now.

Sept 2016 ©jsmorgane

The Passion: Stations of the Cross


I Grove of Night


There is a bigger plan. I am a part of it,

Though I do not know the way.

I’d gladly pass on this cup but

I take it up and drink deeply.

Yet it be poison to my blood,

I thirst for change.


II Betrayal


You, too, thirst for change.

What is left of my drink I leave

For you, my friend. My judge.

I hope you know, when

It is your turn to drink, that

I could not have played my part

Without you playing yours.


III Denied


We are weakest

When the cock crows.

My foundations shake as

I wait in darkness

To be denied.

Once, twice.

A third time:

My friend?

No, you mistake me.


IV The Mob


I thought I was wise,

Letting them choose.

But when they pass the blame,

The masses know no mercy.


V King of Thorns


Biting into his brow,

They whisper, hissing.

The thorns are like caresses,

Their mockery like prayers.

A king of fools, they think.

The thorns will bloom,

Though nobody expects them to.


VI Eating Dust


Now every step is pain,

And every breath is laboured.

Take up thy cross.

I said I would.

I have, and try,

And fail. Now my mouth is

Full of dust but I hunger for

Sustenance of a different kind.


VII When all other lights go out


I have promised,

I am the promise.

Don’t cry for me,

I fulfil my purpose

To feed your hunger.

I am tended to:

A cool cloth to wipe

My face shines a light

In the darkest of places.


VIII The Gardener


Man from the country,

Takes up my burden.

See the world transform

Before your eyes,

A garden, green and tended.

With care he goes about his duty.

What he does for me,

He does for all of you.

Mention him in your stories,

His line will carry on

And see the world whole.


IX The Tree


Now here I am, nailed,

Strung, hung on the tree of life.

Wounded by the spear,

Dripping drops of wisdom

To fructify the parched earth.

Sacrificed to Myself,

Becoming more Myself

With every trickling tear

My estranged body cries.


X Repentant Thief


I am flowing out of my body.

After the purging fire,

Be the river with me.

Let me guide you

Towards the Ocean

To mingle and

Be part of

The Great Joining.


XI Heirs


I leave my heirs to tell my story.

One unto the other I bind you,

To live in this world

That by my passing I save for you.

A new age dawns without My miracles.

Make me a place in it by sharing

My inheritance.


XII My work is done


My purpose is fulfilled.

My work is done.

I have rewritten what will be

And made the promised future

An eternal Now.




Out of a moment of terror, doubt,

Pain, and darkness I journey on.

I would have warned you, did warn you,

That I won’t share in this new age.

I take with me the Queen of Stars and

Join the prophets in their retreat.

Stay with you? I do, I am.

The Western shores, your paradise,

Is my heaven everywhere.


XIV The West


I stand staring at emptiness.

Where have you gone that I cannot follow?

Will not you let me come, won’t anybody answer?

Almost I think I hear silver voices singing,

Weaving miracles into the fabric of the world,

Parting the greying mists for me to understand.

And I return to say there is

No ending for this story.

Only a continuous beginning,

Where we know You

Now and now and now.


©jsmorgane Ostara 2016

I am your way

Under a tree, an olive tree methinks,
Pan bent down and whispered to the nymph
Live with me and be my love.
But she replied Marlowe isn’t good enough.
Pan tried some Shakespeare, to no avail,
Then asked his father how to appeal
To this fair nymph and make her his.
Zeus pointed at the eternal scroll:
She is your way. That made Pan laugh –
And find the words to sway his love.

Let me be reason to smooth your frowning brow.
Let me fill your empty places, make them overflow.
Let me be the smile that tickles your dimples to deepen.
Let me let you win the bet that makes us even.
Let me be the light that casts your shadow at all hours
Let my unbound shadow dance with yours,
And make them ours.

See, I run like gold through your veins,
I make your skin glow.
Hear your heart drum my name,
Make your life’s rhythm flow.
Listen to your name on my lips
When you touch them with your fingertips.
Feel me, the wind that tousles your hair,
Lift it up for me to kiss it fair.
Hear my voice echo in the hollows of your heart,
I am your light, I am your love.
Hear my Yea end all Nay
And you will know I am your way.

Ready to profess, the nymph sighed softly

©jsmorgane (August 2015)