|Statue: The Spirit of Contemplation by Albert Toft.|
Shhh. Silence is helpful. How the eyes
unfocus presence. How the limbs and head
rest without heaviness in the ready
spirit of the celebrant. Presence has
anchored this moment but not in real time.
Silent contemplation glows much brighter
than the temple it occupies--address,
place, building, body and chakra—all fade
to hold its object, to stretch itself out
and apart from setting altogether.
And here, sustained in its new container,
grows relationship with God, kinship with
neighbors and comfort with self. On this rock
of contemplation possibilities
grow, great civilizations rise and fall.
Posted for the Happy-New-Year Poetry Pantry atPoets United.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast