Word in the Hand

Here I am Held in the palm of Your holy place Fled from the gravity of daily life. I perch on sun-warmed rock. Heavy honeyed air is Stirred by ancient breezes. Almost beyond hearing Seals sing Jacob’s mantra ‘Here I am’. Poised on the promontory of faith Sun and wind send their might against me. And I stand, not bowed but exulted. Fused to this place. Sun Spirit, Air Spirit, Earth Spirit Glorious Trinity of all You are. Your breath on me is intoxicating, incisive, Eroding pretence and artifice. Leaving me standing bare boned Before You. Eyes closed against your crimson gaze. Daughter to the island, Sister to those gone before. Here I am. Blessed be wordinthehand2012