Solitary
(The Anchoress – Julian of Norwich)
Away
Within these walls
No further vision
For a soul unbound
With sentences of hope
Alone
Yet not alone
Where there is wisdom
And the peace be found
And kindness tempers all
A last
Look at the stars
To plot a passage
Cross the silent sound
Let go the anchor rope
A loved
An unlost one
Yet where the sea swept
Each in silence drowned
The dead beyond recall
A long
Never so long
Unlike a river is
Life singular and round
Of kindness bearing fruit
At peace
And all being well
Here is the midnight
Where what wisdom’s wound
In absence of pursuit
