Wayfare Of The Heart Press

“…the sum of the heart is equal parts.”

Equal Parts is a rare volume of poetry, one in which the reader is both observer and participant. Two voices often come through the poems. At times raw and unrelenting, often curious and questioning, the sound and sense of these poems linger long after reading. Here, a meeting place emerges, a canyon illuminated by “a daylight moon,” a place where heaven and earth are intertwined and a deep exploration of the human psyche unfolds. Hauntingly beautiful, the landscape of a man’s life takes shape, and with it, another voice, a shadow self, a twin soul who is both known and unknown, steps into the light, offering wisdom and gratitude for all that is. This book is for any spiritual seeker, any survivor of trauma, loss, and grief. The poems honor the path each of us undertake, “a cobbled path of heart and stone,” and ask, “What will you find when you seek the wisdom of your name?” Expect a journey that is “the wayfare of the heart” with a destination that leads to self-awareness, and recognition that “you will be the one you’re seeking, you will be the one you’ve travelled for.” Equal parts prayer, supplication, defiance, declaration, confession, rage, obsession, grief, loss, love, curiosity, acceptance and ultimately, surrender, this collection of poems is mysterious, transcendent and deeply affecting. With the closing stanza, “the sum of the heart is equal parts,” the title poem affirms life’s supreme opportunity to know and reside in love.

Love, Tru

For Love
So loved the world,
There was you,

Light, poured into life,
Toes and fingers,
Eyes and ears,

The intricate mystery
Made perfect,
And true,

Welcome to grace,
That has a place
Called, “You,”

And to this cobbled path
Of heart and stone,
Upon which

You have come
To walk, and we,
With you, once again,

To gaze at the moon,
Or fly a kite,
Or sail an ocean

In hemispheres
Of blue,
For Love,

That so loves the world,
And us,
There is you.

Devon

There is a place,
Where the Taw and Torridge
Meet the sea,

Where poets walked,
Where Tarka talked,
And otters dwell

In timeless swells of
Leisurely eternity,
A land of rocks and streams,

A land of bogs and dreams,
A land just right for lingering,
And listening,

What will you find
When you seek
The wisdom of your name?

In Farway,
A churchyard yew,
An ancient tree,

That spoke to me
May speak to you,
Expect the wayfare of the heart,

Said she, the Farway Tree,
That is as near to
Life and love as

Blessed be, can be.
This, little sister,
My meager lesson

In paleogeography,
The landscape
Of your name,

Someday,
You’ll come seeking,
A poet or a tree,

You’ll need more than a day,
A lifetime, maybe, for
Two Moors Way,

In freezing fog,
Or Tarka’s Trail,
In summer’s veil,

Or Hollerday Hill,
Where the azure world
Stands still,

Whether lost or found,
In small steps or long,
Purposeful or purposeless,

Walk into the Valley of Rocks,
Where the wind
Whispers your name,

Walk into the Valley of Rocks,
Where time itself
Tells your name,

Walk into the Valley of Rocks,
Where the very ground
You stand upon,

Speaks your name –
Devon,
When you grasp this,

That you are of the stones,
The sea and moor,
You will be a poet of the tor,

You will be the one
You’re seeking, you will be
The one you’ve travelled for.

Equal Parts

Lord,
Grant me a heart
Of equal parts,
Sun, moon,
Self, lover,
Sky, earth,
Friend, brother,
Of landscapes of love,
Mountain, ocean,
Of living in dying,
Tree, flower,
Of gratitude in grief,
River, stream,
In your hands,
Forest, meadow,
I am made whole,
Sunlight, shadow,
The sum of the heart is
Equal parts.