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.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2020
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