after the rain

photo by david j nightingale

summer rusting down to fall

where spring breathed frosty green

but a moment gone

once ice sharp emerald

tending towards russet now

dried seed-heads offering summer’s richness

back to the mother of all
for winter's Keeping

this cathedral has no walls

these hymns, no words

prayers inchoate formed

from language remembered from the womb

all Knowings outside any realm inhabited

since before the Wall

before the impenetrable curtain

of possibilities

fell around the singular self

defining space and time

and in defining

limiting

in the first morning light

last night’s downpour is captured
shimmering

in the cups of leaves and blossoms

hollows of stone

ephemeral promise that this day is new

pathways unexplored open

lead the traveller soul

into sudden mysteries of sun and shadow

and my place on this wheel a blip

in all of Time

but the Breath

ah! the Breath!

there is nothing that can still

heaven’s wind

the Word made flesh

dwells always among us

songs and stories plucked from the Divine Unconscious

and spilled into the minds the hearts

the dancing feet

of those who wait for god

© 2011 pamela twining