The Liturgy

The Liturgy

Inside
a ‘wind’ stirs

setting into motion
what ‘reason’
cannot begin to
resolve.

A candle remains aglow
listening
in the pregnant
silence.

The whirling gives
birth
to expectant
miracles

—There is a change
in color
—Then a letting-go
—An empty period, dormant…
lifeless, yet
moist with preparation—
for arrival.

The winds lift
the cover.
A seal waits,
waiting for ‘whenever.’

Time—irrelevant.
A shadow cast.
The moon sets
in the presence of the sun’s rising.

Blossoming—
Returning again
changed, and
yet, the same.

This beginning will end
when a cusp of air
hurls itself across the
water sprinkling
life on a a bed of grass
longing to be christened.

An ending will sweep
across the garden
to prepare itself
for another
beginning.

Death does not end.

Quiet…
a bell softly
clangs in the distance.

The liturgy has begun.