O Hidden Moon of Tammuz

O Hidden Moon
let me see with the unclear mirror the dark images
let me see the moon in the darkness
the images that are discerned at night
by moonlight.

God of the light and the dark
release me from distractions
bind me with invisible fibers to the deep story –
the dark story the hidden story
the right words not the simple words
not the easy ones not even the sweet words
I want the true ones.

Don’t sweet talk me —
draw me into the deep.
Sling me like a satchel
over your shoulder.
Let the truth plump like the moon
the dark moon the dark candle
the candle at the hearth with all its shadows,

it’s the moon, it’s the moon, the dark candle,
the reflected dark dark dark —
light.

jsg, usa

from prayer on the hidden moon of Tammuz