Streaming

            Streaming                June 23 2007
               

It all molds together with no seams
This life
Its patchwork stitches disappearing into healing edges
Leaving scant traces
We could put our fingers in the wounds, then,
But surely now, they are suffused with new lines of creative use

Yes, we have our troubles, they must come
We are borne up by a great welling sea after all
In the ark of our present.

Yesterday I was clouded and heavy with storm and warning

But today it was said of me, “The one who has light streaming from her face.”

Healing edges
And use in the hands.
The one who has light streaming

Prosperity is this
Resting favor:
That I may touch the wound
And see creative power
That I may ride wood upon water
Sunlight upon waves.