Discovering the Divine in the Ordinary Lanscape of Life
Living long, a long Wye,
roots exposed by tide,
limbs held out wide.
A reservoir of memories,
rings to mark the grieving,
the budding, the leaving.
And the years lean over,
gather weight and force,
longing to return to source.
Down in the Spring waters,
Raised up after Fall,
Split open for all.
Ah, smell the Red Oak!
Now fully open in the sun,
see ingrained a life well run.
My friends the fronds
they sweep my heart away
as I listen to what they say.
Soft tails, gold and copper,
wave like souls set free.
My frondy friends wrap their arms around me,
whisper in my ear, if only I could hear.
I love theses wild grasses,
how they thrive in fierce fields,
with arms outstretched, hailing me with hope.
light streams
through stained glass
longings lit
colors flash
upon wood
onto stone
the interface
spirit and matter
shadow and light
sorrow and joy
on the Altar of sacrifice
we give thanks!