Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

LAMENT FROM AN OYSTER BED

I am by will become
An unshaped thing
Given over
To the random
Silken drift-wood
Languid sea-weed
Tides lift
And take me
Salt-tongues of waves
Rough shape me,

Providence
Wash over me,
Be faith in fate
And trace me
A map of stars
As yet unlit
By gods gone
Or yet to be,
I follow.

I drift and swallow
Random benedictions
Most sacred tears.
Providence
Allay my fears.
Give me love:
A pearl
Of Faith.
And I am thine:
Complete,
Unshaped
And Oceans-deep.

Manuela Cardiga