Breath of Dawn, Breath of Darkness

The swan of your Name

descends upon

the breath of dawn to

rest on the still lake

of my beaten heart,

where a golden mist

of unfathomable kindness

rises to kiss the sky,

and many thirsty

creatures come down

by the water's edge

to drink

from our mystery.

No need to murmur

"Jesus, Jesus"

with each heartbeat.

No need to pray

"So'ham, So'ham

with each exhalation,

"I am You, I am You."

Silence understands.

Lips and wings already know

how to find this place

without moving.

 

 

It’s almost midnight.
I’ll tell you a secret.
You are the candle.
God is the moth. 


Image: Matt Collishaw