Waiting for the moon to rise
I caught the scent
of the fragrance of fulfillment
encouraging me to let it go.
I stood surrounded
by the bare trees of winter
not asking to receive anything
I could not give them.
Earlier, sitting in my favorite chair,
I saw a divine revelation
in the words on the page
asking for experience to be shared.
The many-sidedness of the tables
where we come to dine
and to share
the wonder of living
brings to bear
the same intention and inspiration
found in most pulpits
calling each of us to the ground.
A Thread You Follow 