Come Sit with Me a Bit

Not so very far from
the door You stand, You,
source of my life, my strife both.
You stand between here and there,
and yet ‘stand’ is not quite right:
You whom I chance to meet with
the breath of a child, in
the wrinkle of the aged, on
the hard, smooth surface of
a rock – grandfather, grandmother.

I do not know You and yet I know You knowing me.

Come, sit with me a bit.
Let our breath be as one, so when mine
ceases, death is bested by love.
Let our seeing be as one, so that hope
finds a fallowed field seeded with tears.
Let our hearing be as one, so I finally
hear the trees, the stars, singing You,
in my hearing, seeing, breathing
You.

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2 thoughts on “Come Sit with Me a Bit

  1. shoreacres says:

    The line about the fallowed field is especially appealing. I’ve always thought of Advent as a season of laying fallow: so bleak, but so necessary, for the new growth to come.

  2. In numbers and voices, too, you can hear the music of the spheres.

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