photo: Denise Jordan Finley
what is on the outside of the Order
we make for ourselves?
what fragile dreams Abide
outside the dark interiors of the spirit?
the Mysteries aren’t afforded
by the priestly class
but exist at the edges of vision
through a glass frosted
by the breath of prayer
by the music of the heart the hearth
the heat of Life shared
songs offered
community restored
walk out into that white world
cloaked in diamond sparkling ice
breath visibly rising to the firmament
in-spired
by us all
© 2014 pamela twining
