Primordial Space

And,

what is it you

will hear this day

in

the chamber of

your stillness?

Here,

at Meeting.

What

distant echo from

the silence  will 

return?

The 

warbler atop

the tree just

outside the window?

The 

crack and pop

from

creaking church

benches drying

over lifetimes?

The 

purpling bruised

memory of

your father’s

death?

No.

Up from deep

within rises the song

of Joni Mitchell

and CSN.

And,

we’ve got to

get ourselves

BACK TO THE

GARDEN.

Spirit 

moved!