The Power
light flutters
in cave corners
altars dressed
slender candles fed
we repeat our plea
forgive me for I have sinned
and their promise
blessed are you above us
we count each bead
warmed in our hands
that crave the feel
of a freed soul
no one showed us
the web that caught us
no one told us to get
off our knees
suppliant wings
grow on our back
our fingers conform
to brass sceptres
we drink at the stone font
in sandalwood smoke
while bodies waiting
at their shrine watch us
they lick their lips
move toward us
in old rituals
we have lost
we remember only
chiseled words
carved cornerstones
put in place
to keep us from
corrupt skies
from beliefs made mad
through swirling storms
touchstones within us
speak in our core
words now new
but somehow known
shy we send other souls
brief spurted messages
to check our reality
with theirs
a spiral turns
burns away
cold grief
evaporates death
shadows fade
light appears
worlds take shape
in our words
~~~~
Judy Prince
2 October 2005
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