If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away---Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Breeze of the Spirit: a poem by Leo Hartshorn

come, holy wind
blow air on desert still dry bone
rattle skeleton song
dance toward home
windchimes sing
hear it?
the breeze of the spirit

lonely church
with praying hands
sits silent within
waiting room
waiting womb
stainglass tomb
sleepy arms stretch
toward the fifth wind
o, daughters and sons
of the elusive wind's firstborn
come, be born again

hear the sight
unfurl spirit sail
spread eagle wing and tail
prepare for flight
listen, hear it?
the breeze of the spirit

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