The mystery of the fringe looks inward to sense the changing soul slipping into a God-breath stirring the whirling dances of conversation in barnyard, wilderness and ballroom. Out of the stirred dust created by fast-moving feet arises shimmering waves in the air. Dancers reach out to touch what they have made only to step on their neighbor's toe. A cry is uttered sending the human creation into chaos crashing down upon the tiles that once glimmered in the dark. Angry faces. Sad faces. A jeer and a cheer. Each to their own. O barren one, enlarge this place!
Tag Archives: Mystery
For the Birds
Last night my dreams began to hide mystery. I cried out in fright. The previous day I worked so hard to remove the mundane from each step I took and to look, to look seriously, with a playfulness I had not known in years, at the ordinary things surrounding my life. To have the world of my imaginings threatened by the way things are frightens me. The birds gathering on snow-covered limbs continue to sing into the cold no matter how the light may play across the ground. Perhaps life is for the birds.
The Note
A daughter's note begins a journal from long ago taped to the first page saying I love you. Time and seasons allow such words to guide us into mystery in a meaningful way.
Isn’t it always mystery?
Only after so many years is it even possible to become comfortable living in mystery. And, then, to be followed by the blessing of being made uncomfortable again.
Desire
Trailing a chased desire turned memory, Age creeps and twists to white life's diadem. The bench of old men sit in reverie Asking wisps of air shimmering before them: “Where did our time go?” Hours fade and turn. Withering petals whirl and glance to ground. “To dust?” Not yet. Ashes of flesh still burn, Yearning for the touch of a lover soon found. Hidden among pale towns in and out of mist She dances on lanes of glittering stone. Outstretched arms encompass all and, kissed, Inhabitants touch their cheeks, each alone. Wonder grows and grows to eternity. Human and being wrapped in mystery.
A Thread You Follow 