Resurrection

Resurrection Rise above the swirling waters dark recess. Rise from deep within the water’s pounding press. Slowly rise above the centered womb While tossed by storms And spun by icy currents; Break through the surface tension Inch slowly, with measured rhythm Through black, to blue to aqua light And reach with tiny, outstretched, fingers To the warm, the ever lightening sun of life – Magnetic, gentle beacon Of the ascending dawn. Come! Lift above the surface swell Escape the tight, restraining bonds; Climb above the grasping waves; Rise above the streams of earth To hear the calling sun Sing enchanting melody while deep within nativity A tiny heart responds in love to love; Quietly slip into the air Before the waters know you escape To softly hum in harmony; Seed of winter Transcend the wondrous scenes of trees and sky Of aspen, jay, of color – freedom’s hue - But do not linger in this finite place, Stretch for light more bright, More distant, than this enchanted palace To soar above the envious bonds of earth Running free before the channels of the air. Still higher fly! Lighter – Seeking oneness with the soaring song Heard within the waters surging depths; Rise into the space where torrents gather Into spiraling circles. So cold this dwelling, So cold their breath, So cold their hands, So like the blackness of the waters. Gone the light! Gone the love to love! The softly singing cradle song vanishes! Listen. Listen to the murmuring winds Lay their hands upon the turbulence Within the stormy crucible. Be still now. Wait – Wait among these misty clouds To bear the signature rewritten Here in metamorphosis And singing full the melody, so distantly heard Deep within the water womb, See the whiteness – crystalline – Unique and set apart from commonality, Released from clouds of swirling storms Spinning on the whispering breath of morning To softly fall so light and breathless, Flower of the winter rose Through which the sun reflects a sparkling dawn That drew the birthright from the water’s frozen energy To rise again, To ever sing creation’s primal round.