Before the moving stillness, we were:
from this, all came spinning forth
casting stars like motes in eyes.
Then came the spiral of the orbs;
in the midst of the wheel Grace dances
turning like the grist stones grinding grains.
Dance the ring, ‘round and ‘round,
milled into dust, cleaving all bonds;
learning only love and surrender.
Each spins, off-center and out of balance
- moths without flames, hounds without scent
loving Love, but without the lover.
Who has heard Grace entreat
‘forgive me, how long shall I endure?’
spiraling, isolated, alone in incomplete cycles?
Until no longer me and mine,
when the stars and stones cease
spinning Grace with sudden stillness.
from this, all came spinning forth
casting stars like motes in eyes.
Then came the spiral of the orbs;
in the midst of the wheel Grace dances
turning like the grist stones grinding grains.
Dance the ring, ‘round and ‘round,
milled into dust, cleaving all bonds;
learning only love and surrender.
Each spins, off-center and out of balance
- moths without flames, hounds without scent
loving Love, but without the lover.
Who has heard Grace entreat
‘forgive me, how long shall I endure?’
spiraling, isolated, alone in incomplete cycles?
Until no longer me and mine,
when the stars and stones cease
spinning Grace with sudden stillness.
