Friday, October 1, 2010

And

And
I sat in silence.
My face warm
like the coals below me.
Despair clouded the endless sky
and failed to connect the dots of stars.
The spaces between…
Those infinite spaces filled
me with emptiness…
and the cicadas sang on and on.
How I wished someone had
come to sit and connect
at deep space levels.
Then came You with your
deafening silence.
The sparks ascended and found
their place way up there
where You are,
and the coals pulsing like
Your great heart were
bowled in the soil.
You give and take away
so I might find You.
Whether in the giving or taking,
it is the You the becomes
the connecting “And”
in this holy silence.

1 comment:

  1. ..How I wished someone had
    come to sit and connect
    at deep space levels....that's deep write - whether in the giving or taking...

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