The clouds
They move slowly and with purpose
But I don't mind
I don't mind that there are names
For life that human mouths are beyond pronouncing
Too deep, too profound
That thing which is bigger than anything our minds may grasp
Bigger than the flesh
That traps the power within that moves and stirs without explanation
How can I pronounce the name of grand energies that move clouds that belong to God?
When its name is the whisper of dawn
And brushes through trees and rustling of leaves
Of footsteps in the sand and spumescent tides against the shore
Of peeling away skin to wash away lovers who say goodbye
Its names is the moon borrowing light from the sun
Sounds like the loving glance between lovers who say hello
And seething anger of broken hearts
It is the realm we can not see
Until we break from our fleshy shells of simplicity
And learn the secrets once so guarded by the Watch Towers
They then give us the name we so rightfully deserve
The sound of hair cascading like angel faces in breeze
And pebbles along the tracks of silver roads that go on forever
The crackle of lights losing its power but finding it again
And golden peace in sacred silence
Frozen lakes and magical voices when no one is speaking
And peace be still when prayers enter through the gates of heaven and
Angels of the heart
Our new names: it is the sound of children we love
And the softness of watching them sleep
And most of all
When we know God is alive in all we know,
and what we see,
and what we touch
~~~
They move slowly and with purpose
But I don't mind
I don't mind that there are names
For life that human mouths are beyond pronouncing
Too deep, too profound
That thing which is bigger than anything our minds may grasp
Bigger than the flesh
That traps the power within that moves and stirs without explanation
How can I pronounce the name of grand energies that move clouds that belong to God?
When its name is the whisper of dawn
And brushes through trees and rustling of leaves
Of footsteps in the sand and spumescent tides against the shore
Of peeling away skin to wash away lovers who say goodbye
Its names is the moon borrowing light from the sun
Sounds like the loving glance between lovers who say hello
And seething anger of broken hearts
It is the realm we can not see
Until we break from our fleshy shells of simplicity
And learn the secrets once so guarded by the Watch Towers
They then give us the name we so rightfully deserve
The sound of hair cascading like angel faces in breeze
And pebbles along the tracks of silver roads that go on forever
The crackle of lights losing its power but finding it again
And golden peace in sacred silence
Frozen lakes and magical voices when no one is speaking
And peace be still when prayers enter through the gates of heaven and
Angels of the heart
Our new names: it is the sound of children we love
And the softness of watching them sleep
And most of all
When we know God is alive in all we know,
and what we see,
and what we touch
~~~
October 16, 2010 at 8:15 AM
I love the writing - so pure and fine, a beauty, divine.
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