Unison October 27, 2009
I step out on the porch.
The air is pulsing, living, densely packed with sound --
Hundreds of voices saturating space
In depth and breadth, as if
I’d stepped into the middle of a
Choir praising God with all its strength.
The woods have come alive with creature energy;
I feel its vibrancy; I feel ready to take flight.
Suddenly, as one, a thousand small black birds
Rise from the ground and from the trees.
They’d been invisible,
But now the air is black with their united rush.
They’re connected as one being;
A thousand tiny hearts thump fast, as wingbeats stir the air.
Each tiny, fragile bird has merged into this one transcendent tide
Answering the season’s call to migrate.
I ponder the wondrous energy and song
If a thousand human souls would act together as one person
To move in unison toward God and love.
Reflection:
Transcendent moments are gifts to us humans. We so often go about our lives focused on the physical dailiness of small, mundane tasks – getting dressed, taking out the trash, preparing and consuming food, getting where we need to go, answering the telephone. Yet, we are surrounded by divine diversity. We share the earth with a densely packed and interwoven creation, whose warp and woof is divine energy in all its forms. We forget to notice, to let our spirits soar with this love of which we are a part. How can we get so focused on ourselves, when the love enfolding us is so overwhelmingly, breathtakingly beautiful? We just need to open our minds to consciousness and step out into its midst. My Love, your mind and mine had already converged, even before we had met in this life -- probably even before we came into this life.
Ellen: Bridging the Gap
Can I coalesce
Sacred and mundane
With words?
Can the passion of desire
To know the Absolute
Be translated into syllables?
How can this unmeasurable energy
Be traced on paper?
Ellen Scheiner, October 4, 1995
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