Overhead Conversations
/The weight is becoming unbearable again.
Snow falls on tulip coils, pine branches and dogs sleeping outside, alike. She won't come in anymore unless she must and it kind of breaks my heart.
Yet birds still sing spring songs and daffodil shoots still push green prayers through remnants of what tries to remain.
From the writing desk, I watched yesterday's robin bow left and right on the picket fence post. Something about the mathematical elegance of existence leaves me a little unstable. Lately, the luminous understanding of life as “descent.”
Geese in overhead conversations begin to lower two by two unto mounding nests. Ascent and descent as stroke and counterstroke of one direction. We corkscrew forward through time and space as way of revealing our inexhaustibly divine heart. Can you feel this, beloved?
Wish list in simpatico with a shoeless man: mushrooms, Mass, fireside nights and a swim in midnight's starry pond. Shimmering fragments of glass, turning this way and that, creating something new. I am enfolding into an expansive Trinity. Regathering.
He has made known to us his hidden purpose
made so kindly in Christ from the beginning
to be effected when the time was ripe
that all heaven and earth be brought together
in unity through Christ.
Ephesians 1:12
Shall we discuss? My place or yours?
A wingspan tested in a move from systematic theology to metaphysical poetry. An unfathomed depth to water.