The Soul’s Answer
O silent Friend,
My being stilled; adorned,
In spotless wool.
You invite me - Your delight!
O weaned child that is my soul within me.
Loved into being and being now in love.
A family bequeathed.
Within you alone we glisten, as dew-stars on Petrine petals,
Pollinating poppies and snowdrops with eternal springs.
In the breaking of You.
Until the lightning flash and all is new.
My breathing Friend.
Am I to limit You - I Am?
When in Truth I adore You in Holy everything.
All scarlet dancing rainbows,
In all surprises, changing faces, red breasts - and silent knowing.
You are the happiness - exploding from the mountain and the desert.
For little tilling dust-suns.
Clothed in Love, and fed forever.
A child’s soul detached.
In absence of sense, and imageless eternity.
Effortless - asking nothing.
Mouth-to-mouth - unseen.
Love’s speechless bliss.
Deeply dancing happiness.
Purely beholding hearts.
The features of your ever-present abyss.
In all things,
Within I sense.
And breath the sweetness of your breath - of You!
Because You who are,
And of your breathing,
Wool and snow.
Remade in thanksgiving.