Thursday, March 26, 2015

Holy Moments

written by Carolyn Jackson, photo unknown
And you would look for me,
in the flowering of the lily,
in the ancient tales and writings,
of the saints
and of the sinners 
And you would look for me
in the sweeping vistas,
the howling wind and deep cold
of the highest mountains
You may catch a glimpse of me
in the sparkling diamonds
laid out upon the sea
or the lazy undulations
of the golden grained
windswept fields
Or you may find me
for a moment
in a sleeping child's sigh
or a lover's tear
or a soldiers death cry
You may see me in
the subtle and in the obvious
the church,
the synagogue
the long winded prayer,
the chant
the choir
the buyer
the seller
the traitor
and the liar
It is you who would judge
are the holy moments
by your own idea
of what is right
and what is
And it is you who would lay the blame
of all of that judgment
at the feet
of your GOD
This is the dream,
which you have created,
a play which you have directed,
it is you who have expected,
such a wonderful and warped objective,
And you are the actor,
the writer,
the creator,
of ....
it all,
Beautiful and Horrendous
and all the while
the moments
yes, those holy moments
that you  choose to mourn,
or that you choose to love,
pass you by....

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