Swirl: A Testimony

Autumn_05, a photo by paynehollow on Flickr.

I was captured today
in a gentle storm of suicidal leaves
falling, showering, drizzling
around and upon and throughout me

Enveloping me like grace
like love
like dirt,
like sky
like a great symphony
swelling, flowing, growing
in deep crimson harmony

and with each spin
each rotation of autumnal bliss
I was delivered,
washed clean
baptised with a hickory kiss

spun gold salvation in a
sweet soaring swirl
landing on my head
on my shoulder and legs,
It made me twist, it made me twirl

right along with that
riotous laugh of leaves
and I danced holy ghost joy
on the sidewalk and all down the
wide-eyed street

"Glory Hallelujah!"
I raised my voice on high
I raised my hands
I raised my song
I raised my Self to fly

I was captured, today,
brainwashed and then set free
free to let go and live and leap
and die like those
soaring, spinning, gracious, grinning
falling-down-on-my-knees-in-prayer
leaves.

hallelujah

and Amen

The temple, ever changing

Autumn_03, a photo by paynehollow on Flickr.

In the monotony of clocks
and bells always clanging

We can worship each day
in the temple, ever changing