We are not merely made of stars and breath,
but words emerging from beyond
the limits of our reach.
We surrender to the hush within that gathers,
this silence bubbling up from deeper wells,
While love pours out as water from a fountain,
gathering in pools where we
may wash our tired feet.
What will we pray, surrendering ourselves?
Into that fair eternity, beneath our waiting breath,
where love’s command is now no longer parsed,
far from the hush of evening while we listen,
we hope for voices, still and small,
drawing love from rivers, fords and springs,
to gather these fair waters in one place.
Now, while hearts grow plaintive,
we wander as a flock of birds to find
the strand on which these starlit lives emerged…
O SHORE of teeming shadows, boundary of making, and our solace in the primal deep; be eternal promise for these new-born spirits, roaming, whose muck climbed out upon the earth to see a mocking sky.
Drink deeply from this cup, you ancient ones,
be satisfied for ever and until your labor’s done.
Can we still claim the prayer our mothers knew:
Our Father in heaven…
INEFFABLE, humbly we surrender to the gentle
rolling wave, the undulating song
of olden days, your endless heartbeat melody
of making and re-making that still sings
within the deep, whose echo is the
tale of our emerging.
You un-contained above, you effervescence
here below, you ocean of perpetual becoming,
you striver towards awake-ness and you fashioner
of eyes that now behold this work and marvel;
Now I see your face. And melt. Away.
(c) 2016, Karekin M Yarian, BSG