CALLING UPON THE DIVINE

Across bone-white grass
The shadowed psyche steps out
Its garment’s torn.
Dreams, remembering what they have lived without,
Covered in the dark life,
Begin shaping the cold.
We have come so far.
Hapless wounds and careless words
Of who we were still echo. 
Yet, I believe.
I believe that given chance,
We meet our better Self.
We take in this Stranger
To break bread,
Knowing we have so far to go.
The time is now ~Pause the dance
For love rises unbidden
Seeking the un-forgiven,
Turning to the patient Stranger
Unfurling its wings.
Oh better angels, lift us skyward!