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                  As if the losing makes us more of what we are.
 
 
It’s not as if the clouds were parted and
some waterfall of golden light poured forth. 
No rainbow smeared its hues across the storm-
bruised sky. No wondrous star. No kings with gold.
No angel choir. The sun did not stand still. 
No burning bush. No parted seas. No feast
of fish and bread. Sometimes the aching heart
wants blatant, flagrant proof of holiness.
 
Tonight it was the swallows as they keeled
and curved, converged, dispersed and re-appeared
that altered me. Though truly, it was not 
the birds and more the watching as they swooped, 
the watching till the watching self dissolved 
and the world was only space and darkling wings.

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Self-Blessing


for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing
                  —Galway Kinnell, “Saint Francis and the Sow”
 
 
Let this version of me splayed out
on the ground like a wrung out rag
know this moment, too, is holy.
This terrible moment.
When I cannot fathom my own divinity.
May whatever is sacred move through me
so the hand that blesses me
is my own trembling hand.
So the tender voice that soothes me
is my own broken voice.
My own, but not my own.
As wind makes the leaf dance.
As wind makes the branches sing.
I wish it were as simple as being touched by wind.
Is it not as simple as being touched by wind?

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