The Visitor

Like rain dropping into the sea
like mist evaporating
when boundaries disappear
I grow larger and larger

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The shape-shifter that sets me free
unveils what I hold too tightly,
lives behind my masks and in them,
in stones too, and mere words

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Faithful as a rising sun
love appears dressed in light
to unite with me, to create new life,
when I am willing.

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Lucky Penny

Its head was bright and new
its tail stuck in a concrete wall.
When I gave up trying to pry it loose
the penny quickly faded
and its space expanded a thousand-fold
onto a lane of soft spring colors
in early 19th century France
where carriages rolled over cobblestones
and elegant ladies strolled
in high-waist gowns and bonnets.

All I had to do was take the step
but knew I might not have the power
to come back, being ambivalent
about changing habitat and habits.
Remembering the maxim
"better safe than sorry,"
made to order for such occasions,
I walked away, looking back to see
the wall close up, without the penny.

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Knocking on heaven's door

Those who knock on heaven's door
know how to open it

conceiving, building in that space,
painting, weaving, singing, healing

Some call their knocking change of heart
and what comes forth, amazing grace

In that place Spirit turns
words into wands

drums up sacred sounds,
dances on them, grows a world

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(Copyright 2006 by Joneve McCormick - No reproduction without express permission from the author)

Letter to the Author: Joneve McCormick at mjoneve@earthlink.net

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