"I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light
          and I have no shame."    Mary Oliver

I will come to you again
as a mystery, a divine expression
of the verdant circle.
When I have hushed the impatient child
brought her blueberry lunch,
distracted her with iridescent bubbles,
she will breathe wonder
into the holy journey.

I will come to you again
powerful as Eden's own gate
opened at last.
When I have taught chaos
to the ordered adult,
shattered her tyranny to clocks,
gifted her with morning's taste,
she will ascend the mountain
of each moment's passion.

It is I, come to you again
as an untangled pleasure
voicing the Mother's spell.
I sing to you the grasslands
the forgotten miracles of sky.
I weave the notes into feathers
pray the blessing in you,
attend your sufferer's claim
and quiet the beast within.

Shhh, shhh.