We are soulfire seasoned with stardust,
you and I.
Kind kindled from all eternity,
our first quickening arose from the mind of divine love;
wombed from wonder, we were
born into this time, this moment,
heavy with our own history,
but cocooned in ancient story and song
to inspire our soul and be
exhalations of the of the Word’s wisdom.
Sun seasoned and moon tided,
we are nourished by starborn elements
long born from creation’s conflagration.
So we find ourselves connected crossways
to all that is or was or will be
in the dance of divine love’s unfolding.
Known as sons and daughters
of the kingdom, we now know ourselves
only as exiles from our own blessed being,
seemingly as false and fleeting as shadows upon the wall,
yet longing for love’s light to rage so full around us
that all that is not may be lost in one luminosity of being.
For now we know not even the real earth beneath, or the real sky above,
for we look as yet through sin veiled eyes that weep,
for feeling in resurrection seeded heart the light that shines
behind, before and through, and seeks our spirit sight
to raise us to our thrones.
Ah! All this awaits my knowing, for,
if only I could truly see the sainted being
who sits in front of me,
here at table on this simple morning,
and is a blessed bridge between eternity and time
who sighs and smiles and says in answer
to the first deep question of this day
“Coffee, please; then porridge.”