A Dwelling Place

Inspired by Psalm 93

I thought that I had found the place where you live,

amongst the dewdrops in the morning, while

combing through thick fog

to find monolith stones near the sea. 

May that I rise to meet you.

Lift me with ocean spray,

trace the contours of your coastline

With photographic memory,

I thought that I had found the place where you live,

tensing and relaxing the waters,

In the shadow of the sun,

rotating with the earth.

May that I rise to meet you,

As a patch in your interstellar canopy,

Knowing not your beginning or ending,

knowing only where we are connected.  

I thought that I had found the place where you live,

beating delicate wings on strong winds,

Coming down from your high places,

to taste of human life.  

May that we meet on earth.

Be that gentle itch

Prompting my hands to reconnect

with their own skin.

I thought that I had found the place where you live,

reverberating through my quivering soul.

Enmeshed in the shimmering darkness,

Where all distinctions collapse.

May that I draw in to meet you.

Locating the wellspring

From which your wisdom flows

into the bones of a thirsty man.