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Poem from Malta


Merilee Bennett is a maker, artist, creator.


Poem from Malta

Merilee Bennett



There are words for this but I don’t know them.

I wake full of speech that clutches at me.

I dream I am drowning

And that I keep secrets from myself.

What then do I know?

That I drown, and drowning takes me to the door of mystery.

I am inarticular, mute,

Wishing I knew with the clarity of prophets

And could speak this feeling that fills me to weeping.


There is a temple made of fallen rocks that still hold the flame

There is a long armed moon

And a wave that swells from ocean to ocean. There is a language of light.

From the beginning,

It was love that moved through me, that brought me here,

And it was the knowledge that the gift of becoming human

Is the most precious

To take breath in this world of substance

To walk this earth

The balance of gravity and centrifugal force

The momentous stillness inside each loop of breath.

The beauty of it all.


There are words carved in water

As water groans under its’ own weight

And heaves itself up and is suddenly breaking and leaping in the air,

Pulled by longing for the moon as she smiles and sings her arias.

She is singing in the forgotten language

The language that has a thousand words for love

And another thousand for different ways

And different qualities of


Between I and Thee.


I know I am daughter of dark and light,

I know I am initiate into the mysteries of the Thousand Loves.

I am priestess of the Song

That is sung by the moon

It was given me this task of holding the secrets

And if necessary hiding them

In sleep, in soft dark places

In silence and stones

For as long as was necessary

Till it was time to bring them forth.


I sing with the same blood as Thee, the same arching passion,

There is no separation of time or space.

It is all here.

All right now here in this verymoment.

The confounding beauty that stops small thoughts

That gives every red apple the grace of the first apple

That gives every face the authenticity of earth

And gives even the pain of our losses, a rapture

As grief breaks the membranes between each cell and love washed through us

Into places that have hardened

Places in us that normal breathing cannot penetrate.

Love spreads throughout our bodies so that we come to now,

Again and again,

That Love is our true nature,

That I am Love

As Thou art.


What else do I know?

I know longing is a magnet

And the urge behind my birth.

I dwell in the ache of distance, the moon to the ocean.

Silent she rides the night,

And eloquent as the original tongue.


She drinks from the cup of our hearts

She laughs to us, crying –

All that you long for

Is already yours!

The illusion of time melts like a vapour

Rising with the day to reveal

The planes of eternity

The circles of being

The Alpha and Omega

The star and the fish

The air and the flower

The holy places everywhere!


The Priestess breathes easy at last

And is permitted her husband,

The sacred marriage is celebrated.

The lost one is returned

The holy ones are putting forth beauty in every moment

And everywhere and everything

Is singing the song

Of the thousand lost words for love.


Written in Valetta, Malta, 2002