The Holy As An Ancient Child
comes in a River’s flow
and in the laughter of a Lamb
Love and healing grow
as the soul and body open
while the deep mind slowly turns
and death and dark and sorrow melt
as the inner Menorah burns.
And God comes home to the body
‘till the body moves in Grace
and birds and books and bells and beasts
shine with the Holy Face.
This is the feast of Eshoo,
the Jesus of the Greeks,
as the Love of all the Heavens
is food for he who seeks
the rich and rare and beautiful
eternal as a home
down in straw and string beans
rocks and trees and loam.
And God comes home to the body
and fills the body’s space:
a warm and sensuous body,
lustrous with His Face.
Poem © Blake Steele 2001
Image © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied for inspirational purposes
Image © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied for inspirational purposes