Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

Who are you, remote yet present,
Somewhere above the tossing palm trees,
Between the storm and the stars,
In the unknowable darkness
Between us and the stars?
 
Or do the storm and stars and all the dark
Lie between us and you
Who wait, an eye and an intention
Beyond the hope and the fear?
 
I am the eye of the woman,
The hand of the man,
And the mouth of the children
Who stand, loving, around you.
I am the love they offer you,
While you stand peering into the storm
And see only a darkness and a shadow;
       I am here.
 
Philip Britts, 31 December, 1941