The Gift

n the silence of the rain drops shower

I sit in a place I have yet to see before

and it glows with a holyness

that though it may seem hidden or far from known

it lights the way for me to move on home

where radiance meets delusion

it casts the most fiery wholes

and dispels the clouds of illusion

painting the ground whole

and that is how I know

that this fragrence of my being

is blossoming again

and growing again

and moving in the shape of a silence

that i have never been

that holds me

and supports me

cradles me and protects me

and it is strong

and viable

perforce to dream

and it shows me the sheen

of growings trust

and the wonder of loves holyness

and the growth of my soul

in the shadow of the power I truly hold

to stand and be known

as self

and being

as lover and fighter

to be truly my own

and I am filled with love

for my "word play" thats hard to find '

Mary J.'s got the lock down on the spirit of this song

but I am the speaker and know my own rhyme

I am the winner and the taster

and the being and the knowing

and I will consume

and be consumed by the fire that is in this soul

to grow

to know

to transcend 

and be affirmed

i am the power

if i had the power

I would be reborn

and know the taste of my own being

thrust through the chaos of the storm.

love 

will be known

in this the christening hour 

rebirth 

born

complete

and whole

all the way anew

this too is

the gift