Wednesday, May 2, 2012

My Spirit Splashes

My spirit bathes in
still ponds
 little tidal eddies
and  the grace
of rain on sage
carried by prairie winds
Godly waters leak inside me
hollowing out the caverns of
my soul with something holy
 the spiritual promise
in sulfur spray that shoots from
faithful geysers
and the soothing calm of
cool running mountain waters

like little wisps of moss
growing slowly
on unmoving river stones
I remember that
 time and water always
 all ways
find a way to flow

with all ten fingertips,
grasping for a taste of heaven
and I see myself in
the lips of trout that break surface
 reaching for low buzzing insects
  kissing the unknown above 

 awkward in my humanity
like misty bouncing water droplets
springing off  of heavy boulders
and fragile ferns alike
as they tumble the waterfall
Like every drip of rain,
and every snowflake that ever fell
my being wants nothing
but the soothing saltiness of the ocean
to wash my sins away

my spirit splashes 
 in the grace of rain on sage
carried by prairie winds

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