Appearing In Another Form

Springs of things and wells of living water

Bright beginnings in cradles of living words

In brimming things, rising and bubbling over          

A line, a measure, coming from the deeply free

Comparisons of opposites to find the difference

To know from a seeing place he was there

Silently watching, waiting to see if any would hear

And know him in his different shapes

Same, diverse as a pattern of crystal snowflakes

On a hill when all the crowds had gone away

He was there and as I cuddled beside him 
My head in his lap his hand caressing my hair  

Of all the inner breathing that was there, all was love 

Peace pulled the air to a calming of all thought

Light entering in, in the taking away of every fear

Not of this world the spring of that which was beautiful 

Safely hidden away from all that would not understand

Put in places we would never dare to look

Who would let themselves find him in things not liked

Appearing in another form did he not make us look foolish

We did not happily exchange our old leaves for new ones

Or trade a comfortable stand for a fall

Nor did we like to see our doves turned into stinging bees 

Impossible changes were only for the stung

Hidden from the wise and prudent, but given to babes:

Those who in unknowing’s cloud walked naked in the light

In the fizz of leaves swishing in the wind