For the Blue Lady on her Feast Day

When you gaze long into Heaven,

Heaven gazes long into you.

For the one who contemplates

Is Contemplated by the One.

And when you go fishing,

It may be you that is caught

Do you remember it, my love?

That day you put the fish hook through my soul?

It did not hurt, that gentle but relentless tug.

Pulling me up into the boat.

The screen before me like a fisherman’s net,

Sifting me and leaving my sins behind.

I pass through and am even more now,

Though I have left much less than nothing behind.

It was the tears that drew you to me I know now.

Never are we more becoming than when we cry,

This life giving spring of water you gave us.

So if you find yourself wrestling with an angel…

Stop.

For if you don’t,

You may find yourself in the belly of a whale,

(or is it a well)

Calling on the Blue Lady to help you.

But its you there in the hot sun, with your back against it.

Will no one give you a drink?

You remember the day she got your proposal,

As she went to the well.

But another woman is coming to fetch water now.

She has had many lovers, none of them you.

But you see your Mother in her,

And somehow she sees you in us.

And you both grasp the rope,

Pulling us up

up

up

to you and her, in Heaven.