God
She is everywhere
She is in the ridged texture
of the precious crystal stones
that the sumptuous flesh
of my fingertips
fill as they explore
touch and feel
the contours
the contrasts
of rough on flesh, warm on cold
of this other world
She’s in the softness
of the feather duvet
at the first opening of my eyes’ lids
the warmth and softness
enveloping me in gentleness
cocooning me in comfort
beckoning me to stay
She’s the smell of freshness
and earth and damp
at the time of the rains
permeating the bone-dry air
quenching its thirst
wetting our senses
revitalizing Life’s Spirits
She’s the gentle glow
of the day-spent sun
as it recedes into its
realm of sleepiness
but not so hastily as to
not give a meaningful farewell
the golden-pink-orange splashed
light shimmers across,
around and through
holding us all in its breathtaking
wake
for just a few, still, moments
a reminder
that the unseen is always near
She’s the moments
of quiet, stillness,
times of aloneness
Dwelling in the drop of each tear
She silently rolls Her way
vertically
out of the story-teller’s eye
across the cheeks terrain
kissing each part of the skin
on Her way down
She’s the air that wraps itself around
shapes and cushions the tear
on its journey
She’s the heart that cries
from within each drop
God…..She’s the bearer of Life
The Undertaker
And all the particles of moments
that dwell there in between
She’s the Guardian of my heart
the Keeper of my soul
She is the core of my nature
colours the hue of my essence
She is….
…..far too forgotten
She is …..
…… the She that embraces all of He
She is everywhere
She is in the ridged texture
of the precious crystal stones
that the sumptuous flesh
of my fingertips
fill as they explore
touch and feel
the contours
the contrasts
of rough on flesh, warm on cold
of this other world
She’s in the softness
of the feather duvet
at the first opening of my eyes’ lids
the warmth and softness
enveloping me in gentleness
cocooning me in comfort
beckoning me to stay
She’s the smell of freshness
and earth and damp
at the time of the rains
permeating the bone-dry air
quenching its thirst
wetting our senses
revitalizing Life’s Spirits
She’s the gentle glow
of the day-spent sun
as it recedes into its
realm of sleepiness
but not so hastily as to
not give a meaningful farewell
the golden-pink-orange splashed
light shimmers across,
around and through
holding us all in its breathtaking
wake
for just a few, still, moments
a reminder
that the unseen is always near
She’s the moments
of quiet, stillness,
times of aloneness
Dwelling in the drop of each tear
She silently rolls Her way
vertically
out of the story-teller’s eye
across the cheeks terrain
kissing each part of the skin
on Her way down
She’s the air that wraps itself around
shapes and cushions the tear
on its journey
She’s the heart that cries
from within each drop
God…..She’s the bearer of Life
The Undertaker
And all the particles of moments
that dwell there in between
She’s the Guardian of my heart
the Keeper of my soul
She is the core of my nature
colours the hue of my essence
She is….
…..far too forgotten
She is …..
…… the She that embraces all of He
(25 November 2007)
