Winterberry

Winterberry

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

HOLY GHOST…Written November 21, 1985 Beth's first birthday after her death.

Watermusic, fire sparks,
the dance of light
upon my heart…
I am joy, I am pain,
I am sour and sweet.
I bring laughter, tears and love…
I make life complete.
I bridge the gap,
the rift between
nations, sexes, races--
I'm the X the physicists lack
to unify all spaces.
I'm the utterly simple idea,
the rare and precious jewel.
I 'm the exotic unnamed quark
that sparks creative renewal.
I am the silence
surrounding the words,
the pause between the verses
and from my motionless, being less space
all life ever emerges.
I am the unknown, the untried
the unnamed-
the cause of birth and death,
I am the numinous unseen thing--
the ghost, the prayer, the breath.
I am the mystery.
I'm the divine…
I am the light
that needs darkness to shine.
I am the pleasure
that follows the pain,
the voice in the silence,
thirst quenching rain.
I am what cannot be caught
or explained in science jargon,
I am the ungraspable love
penetrating every layer.
I am the voice in the wilderness
the quiet spoken prayer
calling order out of chaos,
calling pleasure out of pain,
calling light from darkness
I dance round and round
and then I change
and dance some more;
every face of me
a door.

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