No Need

Confound me again
with your bareknuckled love
like the gardener
taking to the damp earth in May.

I am already mesmerized by the threads of longing
that pull me through the darkness of another deep December.
Your kindling of kindness is constantly flickering in a circle of light
that polishes the blackness, soothing and liquid,
brushing such honest warmth on my cheek.

There is no need to joust or thresh my mind for meaning here.
All my doubts wither with each day of standing tall,
bravely facing the steely eyes
of all that is burnished at sunset
and unmistakably marked
by one who knows

the true names of God.