Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Learning to Kneel - Poem by Mike Martin
i am learning to kneel
to rivers and sky,
mountains and earth,
Presented in structure and motion.
These powers we resist,
Threads spun in infancy.
Twirls of color spiraling in cycles,
Returning again and again,
Renewed even as they burn.
Just like the sun, burns,
Burns down our faith,
The clouds are moving
Somehow holding these burnt threads,
Offerings, familial patterns,
Collages we cannot escape in our gatherings,
Pondering changes, illness,
Trailing our fingers in the sand.
The memory of water,
Spills in hinting of blessing and beauty,
We feel the desert wind blowing,
Hearing the call,
The thread that waits for response.
We collect the amber silt simply through stillness,
The dusting showers left in the telling of our stories,
Angles of dust,
Soul forces thriving in this place of sharp light and thin soil.
copyright by Mike Martin