Sunday, July 17, 2011

"sacrament song..."


"sacrament:  an outward and visible
sign, of an inward and spiritual grace..."

this
is the 
holy, sacred ground
on which we
walk
in hushed wonder...
it is
filled with
burning bushes
and forgiven sinners,
floating axeheads
and
acts of grace so
amazing
that slaves are set
free
and the mute come singing
songs so sweet that
the lark
holds her breath in
awe

it all begins in
the place where men
and angels
meet
barefoot...

a space so intimate,
so infinitely
deep,
so fathomless
and yawning
that the echo of
its  growing
is heard before the
first burst of
it appearing...
cleaving the ground as it
searches for a sun
it has never seen, but
aches to know...

grace cannot remain
unseen....

love cannot hide in closets of
demure,
remain in
abstract, or
resist the birth
of its form

Mind longs to
hear itself echoing through the
corridors of learning,
see its words in print, and on the
lips of poets...

Principle realigns, adjusts, orders and
reorders creation
according to a divine design...never
tiring of
neat columns, ciphers and
variables,
carefully sorted
thoughts,
perfectly summed up
conclusions...

Soul bursts forth in song before the
morning dove awakes,
paints the sky with rainbow
hues so saturated that flowers bow
in deference...

Spirit dances through a field of
sunflowers so deftly that
the clouds part and
the seas
retreat at her command...

everywhere the blush of Love sits on the
cheek of a maiden or
washes the feet of the forgotten,
everywhere that Truth
lifts her voice in
justice and
comforts sorrowing

there is
the sacred,
the holy,
the breath of heaven
painting
a frosted blessing on
the window pane
of humanity
with the
hand of grace....


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