Art by Norman E. Masters
Spirit falls upon this man
who sits at the side of a pool
gazes at his reflection, enraptured
he rises up, goes among his fellows
and we all follow him to that pool
long forgot. |
What is given individually, more often than not, is a gift for all. On rare occasions, such a gift is out of keeping with the individual who receives it, but more often, there is a fine resonance between what is given and who receives.
From the heart of darkness, light is born
not after the fact, but simultaneously.
From twisted and tortured places
not after the fact, but simultaneously
comes healing wholeness
wrapt tight with twisted torture. |
What is given to us, is eminently suited to our strengths and twists and gnawing hungers. From our unique shade of dark, shines a unique light.
You come upon us
body and soul tremble at your touch
heart trembles, shadowed by your dark light.
We press down, again and again
life-juice made dense
freedom's fire smolders
and the breath of life breaks into flame. |
What lovers do fumblingly, you and I do with exquisite delicacy. We Passover, together, into a land long forgot but now remembered -- a homestead, where we stand, hand in hand.
