A tribute to my Therapist when the therapeutic relationship came to an end. |
I was your client. What were you to me? The stranger at the gate of broken pathways, Appointed sojourner on my road, Listener to my fugue’s disturbing dissonance. Gentle priest of the deep spaces Between the worlds of spirit and the flesh, Who like Melchizadek, appeared upon the landscape - a wanderer Proclaiming promises only time could prove. Myth Teller Dream Breaker Spell Binder Guardian at the edge of time – time, Running down its sands at Sylvia’s grave. Psychopomp - searcher for the troubled soul - Orator of the liminal gate, Telling the boundaries of my hell-bound descent. Bright star at the soul’s dark hour, Silent Prophet of the days ahead. Soft heart at the edge of pain, Archangel’s trumpet at the resurrection day. Companion of Emmaus Road, Drawing near when dark shadows touched the heart. Paraclete Comforter. Interpreter of the tortured canvas Great physician Redeemer of the years the locusts ate Untangler of the knotted tapestry Friend of the hostile places Affirmer of dreams Builder of the gate Gentle voice in Bedlam days Advocate, Exorcist, Priest - revealing god without a beard. Shepherd on my god-forsaken hills, You showed me home. Man-friend. Annam Cara. The Shaman took the captive Condor Threw him to the thermals And his forgotten skies. |