Kenosis
Bless the Kenosis.
Bless the emptying,
the loss.
It has brought us here
to this point,
to this time –
This filling of self
to Self –
Thou.
The Road Unmarked
The eagle is screaming.
The night is here, and I am lost,
lost on a mountain I may not touch nor approach.
hearing the green wood roar grow,
swollen by tears in a road unmarked.
Whither You
We are alone,
You and I,
alone,
alone in a vastness
of space
and time
and Being.
The energetic wave of Being
rests on us,
rests in us.
We are sign and symbol
of that enduring wave,
that particle of time,
Life’s own energy.
We participate,
patch upon patch,
in Life’s own energetic Self.
© 2019, P.C. Moorehead
P.C. MOOREHEAD moved to rural Wisconsin from California’s Silicon Valley. She appreciates the beauty and peace of the woods and the inspirational environment that they provide for her writing and reflection. Her poetry and prose have been published in many journals, anthologies, and other publications.
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