They close about me like a cloak;
Rapturous winds of whim and courage.
Protecting, caressing, coaxing and cooing —
Is it butterfly wings or laughter I hear?

Sage-wise and new-born, they encircle,
Touching my body lightly
As they glide between heaven and earth…
What news do you bring me this day?

Tinges of Tickles they fancy;
Pricking the skin of my soul.
I stand upright as they whirl about,
Round and round, dizzy with delight.

Serious and Staunch, yet playful and giddy;
Buzzing like bees with honey to share.
How could such joy be kept to oneself?
“On your own” now descried as obsolete!

Will you lift me up and twirl me about
Or carry me THERE where I’m hesitant to go?
Your mystery is mirth with sheepish eyes;
A wink of the divine, born of fervor and grit!

Your barter with pain turned you inside-out,
But topsy-turvy is no careless jaunt;
For you live in the NOW and beckon us
To climb, reach, out and above the deep-dug dearth .

Sing in my ears of your hope now fulfilled.
Bring me along, pull or push if need be
To the place you have taught me to walk many times;
Through life and death and then over again…

 My friends and kin who we call now the Saints!

 

                                           tpt November 2, 2006