Sunday, August 8, 2010

Spirit

I sought you everywhere
Sliding into sticky pews
Listening for you
The people spoke as if they had you
But I found nothing
Except your echo
Your long-lost footprint
In the golden hymns

I sought you in my love
But in him it took a form
I could not recognize
Judging
Firmer
Full of grand intentions
Not the soft, consenting candle
Lighting the way
Along my darkened path

I sought you in my children
And there I found a little bit of you
Peeking from behind a curtain
At me
A part of you I'd lost years ago
And was too old to gain again

But then I saw the trees
The gray of rain on blackened trunks
The sunlight dipping into dew
On every single blade of grass
And I could feel the dapples of the sun
Within my soul.

7 comments:

  1. this is wonderful. that last stanza is perfectly written. spirituality can be defined in so many beautiful ways: our children, nature, family, etc. well done. have a great day.

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  2. I love to be lifted by your poetry... thx for sharing it with us.

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  3. I like this piece. I get it and agree that I am better found finding truth in dewy grass.

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  4. This was beautiful. Especially,
    "But I found nothing
    Except your echo
    Your long-lost footprint
    In the golden hymns."

    I hope you keep searching. There is so much more to find.

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  5. honestly im speechless.

    just speechless.

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