The
door opens then it closes behind me
The
way was barred but I have stepped through
The
angel’s footsteps recede and I am alone:
Found
in a country both known, and unknown
I
have been here many times, yet each time is new.
Ahead,
and in the quickening sight, I see a rain:
A
curtain of falling light sparkling as it breaks
Glinting,
and shimmering in silver drops,
A
precipitation, continuous and full of delight;
I
laugh: I see the end; I run, and go right through
And
the singing of birds goes with me, in, too
The
One is there, and is delighted, love overflows
Love
tallies the ribbons of my extended loving
Where
I know nothing, and in nothing know all:
The
Light is there, and leaps in arcs, the rain whirls,
Around
me the silver rain turns in lighted swirls
High
and low, and side to side, weaving the pattern
That
will tell my story in ragged writing: hidden,
Kept
in pockets of the air that are in land forms
And
in the senses, and in the spirit, and in the soul
Touching
there, and dividing unto life and light
Wherever
there was a heart’s-leap of welcome
Wherever
there is a sudden standing as if on tiptoes
A
sudden reaching for what was known but not seen:
Pursuing
through the slaying rain, a perfect love.
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