THE SPIRIT MOVES

A spirit moves
like the giant walls in Moki Canyon
Down to the channels end
and back out again
a spirit moves
A spirit moves
like the awesome bodies of water in Lake Powell
Observant, sometimes quiet -
sometimes loud -
Laughter gently rippling
along the water ways
The Spirit moves in on us.

Friday, July 23, 2010

FROM THE SHEPHERD--TO THE JESTER

If you'll take what I have to give,
I'll give thrice more
And if that is not enough,
I'll give what I cannot.

If you take what you want,
You'll get what I am
And I'll give you an honest flow
of mine own heart & soul.

If you take me then and now and then
And see me through each sight,
I'll give to you my life, my friend
And it has always been.

And in return I'll ask of you,
new eyes to use awhile.
A sound I've never heard before,
What you are and ever more.

I'll ask of you that silent song
you sing so very well
And take as much while you play,
Amongst it all, along the way.

I'll ask of you just of myself
And give you back your womb.
And each alone, united, then,
We'll soar where we have been.

And as we glide and fall and climb
We'll rediscover once again,
The secrets held, the signs of life,
The meaning of no end in flight.

ZCMI 5/67

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