“All nature sings and ’round me rings the music of spheres”
O Wondrous Day of Delivery
from the womb of night
to the catching hands of day…
from the world of wondering
to the moment of knowing….
from the wait
to the beginning.
O Mysterious Finding
within and without
posed and moving
expected and surprised
deep and lightly skimming the surface.
O Sacred Liturgy
screeching owl that haunts the night
mournful coo of dove and soul
I am (bic) in the pentameter
poetically speaking my mind
prayer and response
words spoken as One.
Why would we ever believe that You can be contained in
any
one
form
Peace and Movement,
Amy
all images lifted from google images and the sources there