From the Small Beginning

It was yesterday
that I retrieved my soul at last,
moved by the placid persuasion of a psalm
reminding me of my rootedness
in the archives of heaven

In earlier times
life lay ahead, a rhythm of reciting tones,
a paced chant before all that somber news
and facing facts and the quiet homely work
of peacemaking for your sake

But this morning
I awoke a fading mendicant nun,
reading my own rich requiem Mass,
a celebration of my heart’s trove
and your constant love

Another heartbeat or two
and I’m a whisper in your ear,
just an old story of someone who birthed you
now melting into the great Forever,
leaving only our hallowed cord

From the beginning, Son
your spirit was our most profound joy,
a fresh poem finely etched in old gold,
holding fast to beauty and grace,
faithful to your own gentle spirit

Listen now, Son, to the voice in the wind.
. . . . .Listen, Son -
How love whooshes and swirls, encircles and fills,
echoing from the small Beginning ….
into the great Forever

© 2015, poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved

Categories: Joy life Love

2 comments

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    Terri said on December 23, 2015
    Beautiful! I love the weavings of images and words that have such telescoping meanings. Thank you.
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    Jamie Dedes said on December 23, 2015
    Thank you, Terri!

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