Whole and Holy Hope

Lilting lift, winged song in the night
shimmering speak and seek
of light dazzling in dark corners
drops of fat rain lingering poise and pause
rallying another laugh
another ripening pleasure
between those leaves illicit tease
trembling before rolling to the earth
‘round this bend, that one and
because you stand right there
right now
because you stopped, paused
pulled open the door of possibility
stepped out in the night with a smile
feet bare
skin turned up all the way
a listening heart
lover’s eyes
balm of scorched sores.
And there, there all
slip away in the sway of night
on a front step found
by naked feet.
Ministrations melt and fall
from the sky and home
of whole and holy hope.

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10 thoughts on “Whole and Holy Hope

      1. staying with a friend until June 6. That’s who bought the computer. After June 6 my whereabouts are presently unknown. I will do one last post for real next week. It needs closure — or rather I do . . .

        1. there has to be a solution, a place (physical!) of safety, rest and nourishment for you. ok, i’ll hush. but stay in touch, michael. you have my cell number. and my prayers.

  1. It’s a strange feeling that we hearken to through our naked feet as it ascends to our bodies. One hits something deep, a root, an origin, some hoary memory. One remembers but does not remember “what” exactly. He remains baffled, he, the one and the many, the fragment and the whole. Perhaps it is not so much we who express the inexplicable as it is the inexplicable who expresses us; perhaps all we do is simply let go, feel, and experience (“open the door of possibility”). And it is quite beautiful, as your poem shows and relates: strange how all is connected, how we too are a part of all this, how we add to it by expressing ourselves to ourselves, ourselves to one another – strange and quite beautiful; I would say exhilarating.

    “The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said, “A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent again.”
    I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.” Gibran Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

    1. a primal source and what better conduit than the feet…we are rooted into the best jive of ancient humming life and made more alive in each moment…as long as we can remember to shed the shoes… i appreciate your magnifying the truth here, pierre.

  2. I. Love. This. I think I’ll read it 1000 times. Each time, I’ll find something new to love about it.

    xoxo, Kristy

    1. well, it’s uniquely satisfying to have a slice of experience “here” feed you “there” while it continues to nourish my own soul. love takes care of us all… oxo…

  3. I love a poem of promise, JRuth, and this is a good one. The naked feet on the front step and the “because you stopped” really touched me. I hope this is a true story.

    1. was locking up for the night one evening, about to turn away and retire. the front step and dark world called too sweetly to ignore. misfit birdsong and leftover raindrops still lingering on leaves, reflecting light. naked feet. all of it wonderful therapy, evoked this spill the next day. nature fills me up, washes away the junk.
      thank you, leslie…

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