Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Toward Unspeakable Light

I stretch out my arms to you,
  I stretch out my soul, like a land without water.
                                                                Psalm 142

                                                   The moon is teetering
                                                   in the tangling hierarchies of branches.

                                                   Orb of dread and dream.
                                                   Bright of bird songs

                                                   and right angling light
                                                   from the dropped day,

                                                   the soft-beautiful 
                                                   voice of God

                                                   praying us toward 
                                                   unspeakable light.

1 comment:

  1. Cynthia, "the voice of God praying us..." is a fascinating perspective. I don't know that I have ever thought of God praying, and then, praying us -- it is a soft and lovely image; the concept itself even jolting, in a "waking-up" sort of way -- that God cares. Thanks for posting this. Love to you!