Trap Doors, Rabbit Holes and Temples

Divine light(by Andrew Kudrin from Novosibirsk, Russia via Wikimedia Commons)

I am present at the endless

wedding ceremony—Nature

and God as bride and groom—

complete with flowers, ritual

and happiness, my tears aflow.

          I always cry at weddings.

I am present at the twin birth—

Nature and God become siblings—

rebuilding their relationship

with help from human growth and breath,

welcome ceremonies and love.

          I can’t always tell you apart.

Weddings and births and funerals

punctuate sacred points out there—
but here I see daily movement

of kin together and apart,

brother, sister, mother, father.

          May I call you Nature and God? 

I enter you through skin and womb,

trap doors, rabbit holes and temples,

windows, prayer times and night-time dreams,

through work and play and holy books,

prophets and wisdom.  Traditions.

          Must I note the difference?

Tell me your stories of wonder

and I will record them.  I'll wake,

attend to what is present here,
moving and mysterious.  I'll 

be hand and eyes; you be the light.

My blog poems are rough drafts. 

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© 2017 Susan L. Chast